Warhammer begins in 2026

Chemos, one of the most renowned jewels of civilization in a corner of the galaxy.

The entire planet is bathed in warm sunlight. The city-state is built against the mountains and by the water. The white rock pillars stand in neat rows, gilded sculptures adorn the streets and alleys, fountains flow continuously, and flowers and trees are evergreen. The city-state's corridors are engraved with murals and reliefs, and music and poetry echo through the streets and alleys year-round.

This is a civilized planet that believes in art, aesthetics, order, and ultimate perfection. The people living here are gentle and refined, respect etiquette, pursue elegance, despise vulgarity, and reject chaos, polishing every matter and every scene to the extreme.

Fugrim grew up in this perfect, pristine land.

Unlike other Primarchs who were plunged into bloodshed and struggle for survival at a young age, his youth was peaceful and brilliant. His innate Primarch talents made him exceptionally skilled in both literature and martial arts, and possessed a clear and insightful mind. He was born with aesthetic sense, wisdom, and physique far exceeding those of ordinary people. He was tall and handsome, with flawless features and elegant and composed manners. Every word and action of his carried a gentle and refined air, standing apart from the hustle and bustle, exuding a perfect and complete aura.

By day, he wandered through the academies of the various city-states of Chemos, appreciating sculptures, restoring ancient paintings, composing music, and revising aesthetic rituals, meticulously piecing together the fragmented art left behind by the chaos of the past and pushing the order and elegance of the city-states to their extreme. He personally rectified the layout of streets and alleys, fine-tuned the curvature of buildings, and repaired damaged ancient reliefs, making the aesthetic beauty of civilization across the entire planet increasingly unified and flawless.

As dusk falls, he stands alone atop the highest, pure white dome of the city-state, quietly practicing his martial arts.

While others' combat techniques emphasize killing, defeating the enemy, and overwhelming with brute force, only Fogrim's martial arts emphasize precision, fluidity, elegance, and seamlessness. His sword strikes are silent and his moves are effortless, his movements as fluid as a phoenix soaring through the sky. Every advance, dodge, and slash is in harmony with ultimate aesthetics, without a single superfluous movement; every move is concise and perfect.

He was never bloodthirsty, yet he possessed mastery of the world's finest close-quarters combat techniques; he favored elegance, yet he possessed invincible fighting power enough to quell chaos. In the hearts of everyone in Chemos, Fugrem was the embodiment of perfection, a treasure of civilization, and a pure white phoenix bestowed upon this pristine land by the gods.

Even the most perfect person has their own unique loneliness.

The world's most exquisite aesthetics find no resonance, its pinnacle of martial arts remains unmatched, and its profound understanding is unknown to all. For years, Fogrem stood atop the pinnacle of perfection, overlooking a prosperous and flourishing world, yet a void remained within his heart, a yearning for true kindred spirits, for a true sense of belonging.

This peaceful and fulfilling life was gently shattered one clear morning by two figures traversing the sea of ​​stars.

Neos and Huang Feng quietly arrived in Chemos.

The two people, like elegant visitors from afar, moved slowly and gracefully, blending into this warm and civilized world without disturbing the order of the city or breaking the peace of the world.

In the official history, Forgrim's surrender was without confrontation, struggle, or strife; it was the gentlest, smoothest, and most perfect of all Primarchs' return to their rightful place.

Neos walked alone onto the pure white dome, facing the flawless original form of the phoenix.

Upon hearing the sound, Forgrim turned around, his handsome and gentle face showing no wariness, only a calm gaze. In one glance, he saw in Neos the ultimate perfection, the supreme order, the primal perfection—the ultimate realm he had pursued his entire life but could never reach.

No need for probing, no need for competition, no need for verbal maneuvering.

With his clear mind, Fugrim instantly understood everything. The person before him was his creator, the final destination of all his perfect origins, and the ultimate answer he had sought throughout his life.

Before Neos could speak, Fugrim subdued his aura, stood gracefully, bowed slightly, and spoke in a gentle yet resolute tone:

"I know where you come from, and I know where I am going."

"I have been waiting for this journey home for a long time."

There was no arrogance, no resentment, no testing; only complete surrender and willing submission. He yearned for perfection and sought the origin, and Terra was his ultimate destination of ultimate perfection.

A gentle smile appeared in Neos' eyes as he nodded slightly: "Return, my child. Your perfection will ultimately belong to the great cause of humanity, shining with the most brilliant light."

With the situation settled and everything back in order, the dust has settled.

Huang Feng, who had been standing quietly by the side, stepped forward and solemnly handed over the two precious items he had prepared over the past two days to Fugrim.

The first item is an advanced version of the Sacred Eagle Banner, refined through deep military spirit and adapted to the characteristics of the Third Legion.

Unlike the main banner's ability to suppress all enemies and devour all, this exclusive branch banner perfectly aligns with the Emperor's Son's core combat tactics of "speed, accuracy, and elegance," unlocking a unique and exclusive legion talent for the Third Legion.

The eagle banner's radiance enveloped them, instantly rewriting the combat foundation of all the Third Legion's soldiers: extreme reduction of load-bearing inertia. No matter how heavy the precision-engineered power armor or the heavy melee equipment, the military spirit field would neutralize most of the load and inertia, making the soldiers feel as light as feathers despite wearing heavy armor, without any sluggishness, dragging, or cumbersome feeling.

Based on this, the speed of short-range maneuvering, instantaneous advance, extreme evasion, and close-range slashing by all legion members has increased dramatically.

This talent system completely reshapes the Third Legion's melee system, abandoning brute force and cumbersome confrontations, focusing on ultimate initiative, rapid maneuvering, and seamless strikes. Every dash is faster than the enemy's momentum, every dodge anticipates the opportunity, and every close-range strike is clean and decisive, firmly seizing the offensive rhythm throughout the entire battle, sealing off all enemy counterattacks, blocks, and retreats, truly achieving first-strike suppression, complete control of the field, and an unstoppable fast attack.

It perfectly matches the Emperor's Son's elegant, sharp, precise, and decisive close-combat style, pushing the legion's characteristics of "elegance is combat power, and speed is the ultimate kill" to the extreme.

The second gift was a spiritual energy amulet that Huang Feng had personally forged and refined.

Its entire body is crystal clear and flawless, with symmetrical and regular patterns. It contains pure and gentle primal spiritual energy, specifically designed to protect Fulgrim's spirit and mind. It can permanently stabilize his mind, isolate him from false thoughts and distractions, block out the whispers of chaos, resist spiritual corruption, and prevent all distorted, biased, and insane spiritual pollution. No matter how fierce the wars of the future or how treacherous the road ahead, it can protect the purity, elegance, and perfect nature within him, and safeguard his clear and flawless spiritual world.

"This is a gift that is especially for you."

Huang Feng gazed at the warm and smooth phoenix body before him, and softly gave his instructions, his tone gentle yet solemn:

"The Eagle Banner grants your legion ultimate speed, allowing your perfect tactics to traverse the starry sea, unmatched by anyone; the talisman protects your pure heart, ensuring you uphold truth and goodness throughout your life, remaining untainted by defilement and free from prejudice."

"Your elegance is the grace of humanity; your perfection is the glory of the Great Expedition."

Foghrim's fingertips lightly touched the amulet and the eagle banner, a warm power flowing through his body. His mind was calm and clearer than ever before, his combat power as refined and flawless as the wind. A warmth rose in his eyes, and he bowed gracefully in return, his tone sincere and earnest:

"Thank you, Mother, for granting me fulfillment. In this life, I will lead my army to perfection, wage war with humanity, and serve my country with utmost dedication, so that the great expedition of humankind can compose the most flawless triumphant symphony."

The gentle sunlight of Chemos fell, illuminating the pure white and elegant Phoenix Primordial Form.