Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 173 The Three Wonders of the Lotus Emperor
Kosonia.

Dark blue and gray.

He didn't have this name in Horus; he had no name and didn't deserve one.

In his youth, he searched for a way out on this planet—any way that would allow him to survive: from the planet's deepest depths, at the very bottom of a dark mine, he witnessed mentally deranged madmen and crippled cripples, waiting alone for death.

Kosonia is filled with death and people rushing toward death.

But he refused to simply disappear.

Even without a name, without abilities, and without even knowing how he came to be in this world, he still chose to continue living.

As long as you live, there is hope.

He even dared to venture deep beneath the damp mass graves of the Kosonia Bottom Nest, sneaking up beside the bloodthirsty gut diviner.

Those sharp bone-scraping knives and the cloak adorned with entrails were only inches away from him.

Kosonia has always been a nightmare for him.

Every turn could conceal an unspeakable terror. The claustrophobic tunnels are perpetually dark, their only light coming from the flickering glow of magma fissures. The air is thick with smog, enough to poison the lungs and ravage the spirit.

A petty thug who has lost everything, or rather, never had anything at all, tries to find a sliver of hope in this hellish place.

He has many hidden agendas; in a place like this, it's impossible not to be wary of others.

He was also very good at talking and knew how to please people with just a few words—because he had no power, and in this dog-eat-dog world, if his underlings couldn't even say a few nice words, then they really had no value whatsoever.

We will only see his body on the street the next day.

Since he could remember, this opportunistic hoodlum, trying to survive in the gang, had never felt even the slightest bit of warmth from anyone or anything.

He had thought about giving up, about how his life might have no future in this mundane world. It wasn't his fault, but that's just how cruel reality is.

Hope does not exist in Kosonia.

It is in the starry sky that cannot be seen from the bottom of that nest.

That was something a nobody could never hope for.

But everything was so strange, so sudden.

Like the most beautiful and indescribable dream, in an instant, he possessed power and wisdom that he had never dared to imagine before, and he also had his own name.

Horus Lupercal.

He was then taken back to Holy Terra by the tech priest who rushed to the scene.

On that day, Horus met the Emperor.

The deck of the Vengeance Soul.

What Horus saw before him was the largest teleportation array he had ever seen in his life.

Their next move was self-evident—the unknown force field on the orc planet was difficult to break through, and their core lay in the ion furnace at its very center. Clearly, the best approach was to send an elite squad directly deep into it.

Destroy the ion core, forcing the planet to disintegrate.

"The Shadowmoon Wolves are all ready!"

Horus proudly proclaimed before the Emperor, as he and the elite veterans from the first company behind him stood simultaneously in the teleportation array.

"Horus, come here quickly."

"Our advance team is about to set off."

The Emperor said.

Horus could sense that the other party's tone was extremely gentle and friendly, just like the thirty years he had spent with the Emperor.

In these thirty years and the more than two hundred years of future expeditions, they have always fought side by side.

Horus did not speak, or perhaps he felt that speaking at this moment would be superfluous.

A dazzling white light flashed, accompanied by the Emperor and his Imperial Guard, along with the Primarchs and veterans of the Third Company. Then came a dizzying sense of disorientation, as if the entire world was distorting before their eyes.

The next moment, the white light in front of them gradually disappeared, and something new appeared before their eyes.

That was the stench of orcs, the filthy, broken world filled with piles of rusted steel.

Accompanied by the stench of blood and sand, they and the beastmen who were handling them exuded a foul stench as if they had never been cleaned.

The orcs, clad in patchwork, rusty armor and fastened to their limbs with belts and bolts, gaped wide-eyed at the sudden, unreasonable arrival of these creatures.

"Uhhhhh!!!"

What initially erupted was not fighting spirit, but panic.

They never imagined that the incredibly powerful big shot from Shrimp would teleport right to their faces and slaughter them indiscriminately.

"Tear them apart!"

The Emperor roared, and his battle cry instantly echoed across the entire wasteland. The Imperial Guard behind him acted swiftly—the instant the order was given, these most loyal warriors of the Emperor charged towards the scattered orc soldiers, easily scattering them.

The roar even made the originally brave and fearless orcs timid and forced them to flee in panic.

Immediately afterwards, the emperor began to brandish the sharp blade in his hand.

Swish!
One moment he had just beheaded a group of green-skinned beastmen; the next second, he appeared elsewhere, casually taking the lives of a large group of orcs.

No one knew whether he was using psychic teleportation or whether his speed was so fast that no one could detect him.

Like the sharpest dagger, the Emperor's Sword tore through the enemy ranks. Wherever it went, orc limbs flew everywhere.

But the emperor's power is not limited to swordsmanship.

In the raised claw of his other hand, a ball of golden flame burned, and anything that came into contact with this flame instantly turned into explosive debris and ashes.

Immediately afterward, as the surrounding orcs reacted and prepared to regroup, he released an invisible force field that crushed the large group of orcs into dust; the overwhelming rain of bullets was all turned into smoke and dust with a single thought.

So, you're into psionic powers too!

As the Emperor unleashed his psychic power to wreak havoc, Kaska, who was following closely behind the Emperor alongside the Imperial Guard, stared wide-eyed.

This was the first time he had seen the Emperor participate in battle up close, and the first time he had discovered that the Imperial Truth had already become the most worthless piece of trash long before the Astartes Codex.

No, isn't this going a bit too far?

It emitted golden light, burned golden flames, and also involved teleportation, crushing pressure fields, and decomposition.

His emperor used psionic energy on the battlefield as naturally as breathing!
Does this imperial truth still hold even the slightest bit of persuasiveness, I ask you?

I initially thought Magnus was abusing his psionic powers and daring to talk back to the Emperor; he was truly ungrateful.

Unexpectedly, the top set an example for the bottom.

Then he thought of himself—when he used his spiritual power to heal the sick and save people, he had to be careful not to be discovered by the emperor, and he was afraid that he would suffer the same misfortune as those two prisoners the next second.

Looking back, the Emperor was there, gleaming with golden light, wreathing in his hands with psionic fire, wreaking havoc in all directions.

The sky is falling.

Sometimes, when someone punctures the toilet, it's not necessarily Magnus's fault.

"Emperor!"

But of course, this meant nothing to Horus.

Horus had fought alongside the Emperor countless times, spanning centuries, but each time he witnessed his father's heroic figure on the battlefield, Horus was still deeply moved.

The ability to skillfully utilize psionic energy only demonstrates the emperor's own power!

Of course, he's different from Magnus, who only knows how to abuse psionic power.

But as the Emperor and Horus advanced toward their designated positions, more and more elite orc squads began to unleash their firepower from all directions of the rubble mountain.

As the intensity of the battle escalated, the elite squads following the Emperor began to suffer losses.

The arcs of artillery fire swept across almost every inch of the land.

The Gastrin Terminators surrounded Horus, while the Black Armor Terminators formed a wedge-shaped attack, carving a path through the sea of ​​green-skinned warriors.

Abaddon led this company of elite veterans, who were the pride and symbol of the Shadowmoon Wolves.

At that very moment, a company commander was using his shoulder to brace against a powerful orc: he gathered his strength and then delivered a powerful punch to the orc.

The twin bolters beneath the gauntlets roared wildly, unleashing a rain of death that imploded within the enemy's body at the closest possible distance.

The orcs who can now get close to them amidst a hail of bullets are no ordinary creatures.

Those powerful orcs, whose muscles were even partially replaced by steel, were even larger than their original forms, and their strength was not to be underestimated.

Orc's Oist!
"Roar!"

As yet another Iron Orc pounced on him, Horus had no choice but to focus all his attention on the Greenskin in front of him.

As the intensity of the battle continued to escalate, most of the originally excellent equipment in the hands of the vanguard was destroyed.

Horus's power armor was no longer visible as its original moon white color due to being soaked in a large amount of orc blood and internal organs.

His explosive pistol was crawling with unknown alien mechanical insects. These bizarre creatures could instantly detonate the explosive rounds in the magazine, making it clearly unusable.

Only the power sword in his hand remained by his side.

However, after splitting open the skulls of so many Iron Orcs, it seems that the time left for companionship is running out.

This must be resolved as soon as possible.

Otherwise, they would only be swallowed up by the ever-growing orc army.

As if he had heard their call, the Emperor's expression hardened. After slaying yet another orc who had charged into our ranks, he plunged the psionic greatsword, which was radiating golden light, into the ground.

An unimaginable explosion, accompanied by a deafening roar, rose from the core of the earth.

"We are here—"

"The gravitational field holding this broken planet together has gone out of control."

The emperor explained.

"Goron is disintegrating."

Seeing that there wasn't enough time for them to find the entrance to the ion furnace core, the Emperor chose to accomplish everything in a simpler way.

A single psionic shock capable of penetrating the entire surface of the earth directly overloaded it without any regard for anything else.

"What's the result?"

Horus asked, somewhat incredulously.

Boom!

At the same moment, the ground beneath their feet began to twist and deform—the steel floor, several meters thick, was torn apart like a thin sheet of paper, and violent, greasy gas and paste-like substances sprayed out from these cracks.

The orcs' steel fortress began to collapse inwards, with large chunks of debris and rocks raining down from above. The ground began to crack, and the unbalanced Royal Guards, Gastalin, and orcs fell into the massive fissures, plummeting towards the scorching core of the shattered world.

"Emperor!"

In Horus's horrified eyes, the emperor fell right before his eyes into the abyss that had collapsed.

"No!"

An indescribable sense of dread instantly overwhelmed Horus, just as the Emperor was about to leave him and fall into that unseen abyss.

At that very moment, without the slightest hesitation, Horus leaped into the rift where the Emperor had vanished. His actions were utterly decisive, showing no regard for his own safety: at that moment, his only thought was to catch up with his father.

You jump, I jump!
As the Imperial Guards silently followed the Emperor into the pit in droves, he jumped in as well.

"Soldiers of the Third Army Corps, hold the line!"

With the front-line soldiers all falling into the deep pit in front of them during the earthquake, only Fugrim could command the remaining soldiers.

Although the ion core on the planet Goron was easily overloaded by the Emperor's casual strike, it was not so simple to disintegrate the entire planet.

Fortunately, the orcs' fortress was also mostly destroyed in the earthquake.

With their offensive weakened, they were finally able to catch their breath and rest a little.

"Horus and the Emperor... they're gone, and quite a few Imperial Guard units and Shadowmoon Wolves have fallen into this pit."

"Our communication systems are either infected by mechanical insects or malfunctioning, making it completely impossible to contact them."

"Alright, now notify all companies to guard this area and prevent other orcs from entering. Technical sergeants, prepare to explore the pit."

Fugrim swiftly gave the order.

"Also, notify our airships to provide support and prepare to teleport us back." As the rearguard of the group, the Emperor's son and Gastrin, who were at the forefront, were different from the Imperial Guard and were less affected by the attack just now.

Having barely survived a battle that shattered the heavens and earth, now they have to deal with those two flirting...
Please allow Fugrim to describe the Emperor and Horus as flirting.

It's rare for a Furym to judge whether others are flirting, but it seems even a Furym is hesitant to comment on the bond between Horus and the Emperor.

That's a bit too much, really.

Only the abyss before them, the gravitational gap created by the Emperor's spiritual power, remained in their sight.

Fugrim: "."

You mean they didn't fall, but jumped down together?
After the Emperor descended, the Imperial Guard and Horus followed the Emperor in a "you jump, I jump" manner, while Abaddon led the Gastrins in a "you jump, I jump" manner.
A human centipede, right?

Sigh, the Centaur gold ring.

Fugrim stared at the gap and thought to himself, speechless.

When will Horus be able to mature a little like her, so that he doesn't just—

At that very moment, Casca came to her side.

"We must provide them with support immediately."

He looked at the pit in front of him, and then prepared to jump forward.

"Wait--"

Before Fugrim could stop him, Kasgar darted to the edge of the giant pit, about to leap down like Horus had before him.

"Casca!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Fugrim jumped in, just like Horus and the Imperial Guard before her.

"Hello? Lord Fugrim?"

"Is anyone there, Lady Fugrim? Reply if received! We are ready to teleport—"

"What? What do you mean they all jumped too?"

Due to the failure of the furnace core, even though they were in a bottomless abyss, their descent speed was gradually slowing down as the gravity weakened.

Although it sounds terrifying, the first emperors and royal guards to fall were not actually seriously injured—especially Horus, who was still descending and maneuvering around the planetary structures that were disintegrating as gravity dissipated.

He pierced the metal wall with his fist, his five fingers gripping the wall like hooks to slow his descent and leave a long trail of deep scratches on the wall.

After falling for an unknown amount of time using this strategy, he suddenly felt an overwhelming force grab his body and pull him down violently.

The sudden force caused him to fall uncontrollably, but he managed to adjust his falling posture at the last moment without serious injury.

Finally, with a loud bang, the impact of Horus's fall created a crater in the ground.

"here it is"

Looking around, he found himself in an extremely spacious, spherical chamber.

Countless enormous copper spheres floated inside the giant chamber, with bolts of lightning leaping between them.

The copper sphere and the lightning bolts are interconnected, leading to a vast energy vortex at the very center, surging with boiling and frenzied ionic flames.

Ion furnace core.

It seems Kasgar's prophecy was right again; this is indeed the place where the orc manufacturing base, Goron, is located.

"Emperor!"

By the way, where is the Emperor?!
The next moment, Horus, who had been nervously looking around, finally found the Emperor's figure—he was radiating a bright light, a bright light that Horus could feel, right here.

Everything is fine with him.

However, the Emperor was also in danger: he was fighting a surging tide of beasts—an unimaginable number and strength of orcs were besieging him.

Those greenskins were in no way inferior to the Primarchs in physique, and the largest of them was even larger. Even Horus had to bitterly admit that the size of that greenskin was so enormous that even the Emperor could not defeat it by brute force alone.

Those truly powerful orc warlords were actually hiding inside this Goron!
They guarded the ion core, preventing the Emperor, who sought to destroy it, from advancing even an inch.

But the Emperor still has him, and Horus!

Just as the Emperor was struggling to withstand the onslaught of the large orcs, Horus roared and charged into the battlefield to fight alongside him.

Even though his power sword was almost completely destroyed in the battle against the Iron Canned Orcs, he still bravely charged forward and stood beside the Emperor.

In that instant, Horus saw the relief in the other's eyes.

But the moment Horus's gaze fell upon the orcs fighting the Emperor, he was plunged into a prolonged despair.

It was an indescribably terrifying behemoth—its six giant mechanical limbs were shoved into the flesh of the mech-beast like crabs.

Each one is a deadly weapon: pincers, saw, hammer, claws, lightning, and fire.

In a battle of this intensity, the emperor's crown had long since been reduced to ashes in the flames.

Attacks from six different directions, each with varying intensity, made the mech-beasts' offensive almost unbearable for anyone.

Even if the emperor were to use every ounce of his power, employing all his combat skills and mobilizing every ounce of available spiritual energy...
But it couldn't reverse its decline.

Click.

Amidst the great orc's wicked laughter, the emperor's next sword strike was blocked and deflected, while the giant pincer in his other hand gripped the human lord's neck.

In the next moment, he lifted the Lord of Humanity into the air and prepared to exert his strength to crush his prey.

"No!"

Horus's eyes were bloodshot. He had destroyed all his weapons in the previous battle, and now he had nothing in his hands except a broken power sword that had no electricity.

How can the desperate Primarch prevent the Emperor from being crushed?

Horus had no answer.

Emperor!

"—Thoughts of the Emperor Fist, thoughts flowing like a spring!!!"

Without any warning or preparation, Horus suddenly extended his left fist toward the mech orc.

Right now, he's acting entirely on instinct.

But it was this power, which came from an unknown source, and these skills, which were born from an unknown source, that became Horus's only lifeline at this moment.

The orc warlord stared in astonishment at Horus, who had his eyes closed and was throwing a punch.

Orc warlord: "?"

This punch was powerful and heavy.

Within the golden light of that punch, even the orc armor that an emperor could hardly break was dented and shattered by his punch, with blood seeping out.

The orc warlord staggered in pain, but his giant pincers remained firmly gripping the Emperor, not loosening their grip even slightly.

It's effective, but not enough!

Not enough to save the Emperor!

He must become stronger, stronger, stronger!

not enough!

Not enough, not enough, not enough!!!

We must continue!!!

—Next move!
"The Emperor's Sword! I will never forget it!!!"

Horus's half-broken power sword seemed to be enveloped in a golden force field of light. In the next instant, he closed his eyes, raised it high behind his head, and then leaped and slashed at the mech orc in front of him.

bass!
Like a hot knife cutting into a block of butter, the helmet, which was originally incredibly hard, could not withstand Horus's power in the slightest, and was thus plunged straight into the orc warlord's forehead.

The opponent roared in pain, his massive body swaying wildly as if trying to get rid of the broken power sword stuck in his head.

Or perhaps he was driven mad by the illusion of thirty years, the return of the first child, the centaur, and the gold ring that was constantly playing out in his head.

Still not enough!

The orc warlord may perish in this attack, but at the same time, the force of his giant pincers on the Emperor has also increased significantly.

He wanted to die together with the emperor!
Horus kept his eyes closed, but he could sense that the crisis was not over.

He needs one more strike, just one more!
With a single blow, he annihilated that huge and disgusting orc warlord, and with a single blow, he brought the Emperor back into his arms!
One strike!!!
"—Lotus Emperor's Palm, for all eternity!"

Snapped.

It wasn't just him, an orc warlord, but also countless powerful greenskins surrounding and besieging him.

My brain exploded.

Horus's final strike was filled with his endless reveries and memories of the centaur, the gold ring, the thirty years, the return of the first son, and his love for the emperor.

This is not just an attack on a single orc, but an invasion of the Waaaaagh force field of this entire orc population!
At this moment, regardless of who those orc warlords were, their Waaaaagh force fields were completely replaced by the force field of the Centaur Gold Ring of the First Son of Thirty Years!

Snapped!
Thump thump thump slap slap slap—

Like balloons, the orcs were caught in the blast of Horus's palm strike.
—It exploded.

(This is more logical than throwing in an orc wizard and it explodes in the Beast Wars.)

(I would call it a storm of the soul)

With a swaying motion, the emperor finally fell to the ground from the hands of the dead orc warlord.

He glanced at the orc warlord whose brain had exploded and shattered, and unusually, disbelief appeared in the emperor's eyes.

Horus?

"what is this?"

What's this.?

Yes, what is this?

Horus also wanted to ask this question.

"My Lord?!"

As all the surrounding orcs were killed in one blow, the Imperial Guards, who had been kept at a distance by the orcs, also rushed forward.

They all seemed to think that the attack that had just killed all the orcs was clearly the Emperor's power.

Is that so?

The Emperor's long-accumulated power, intended for a counterattack, was dissipated, leaving him only able to awkwardly watch Horus and the Imperial Guard rushing towards him.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the crisis is not over yet.

The ion core is still overloaded and could explode at any moment!
"Let me do it."

Immediately afterwards, he staggered over the many orc corpses on the ground and walked toward the ion furnace core in front of him, which was constantly collapsing and disintegrating.

If the ion furnace core were to explode, they would all perish here.

Fortunately, the emperor is still alive, and he will not allow this to happen.

With a mere lift of his right hand, the ion furnace core, along with the infinite mysteries of the universe that his hand traced, was sealed away on the other side of the curtain—in subspace.

"Prepare to teleport. We'll talk about the rest when we get back."

The emperor sighed, looking at Horus, who seemed somewhat embarrassed.

The core of the furnace has already sunk into subspace, and soon the entire planet of Goron will disintegrate.

"Hopefully there won't be any problems."

The Emperor sighed, watching as the Waaaaagh field was replaced by the Centaur Gold Ring field of the Thirty Years' First Child, and the spores of the Orcs who died as a result scattered among the stars.

The Waaaaagh force field has been replaced by the Centaur Gold Ring force field, representing the first centaur of the thirty-year cycle.
If these aliens really manage to survive, the consequences are unimaginable!
The Emperor frowned.

But he no longer had the time or the ability to completely eliminate it.

The next second, a flash of light from the teleportation occurred.

He and all his soldiers disappeared into this place of turmoil.

However, in a place unnoticed by everyone, a tiny spore, barely visible to the naked eye, escaped the catastrophe and attached itself to a meteorite.

What kind of orc will it grow into in the future?
(End of this chapter)