Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

A bald head emerged from the crowd.

A giant of similar stature and robust build stepped out of his landing craft with a hearty laugh, and went up to shake hands and hug Ryan.

Behind him, four Astartes warriors emerged from the landing craft side by side. They were all clad in white armor trimmed with black.

Horus?

"What are you"

The lion completely forgot to be angry at the unexpected guest who appeared before him.

Why did Horus come here?

"I'm sorry, but I may have to share some of the credit with you all."

he said with a smile.

"The Emperor dispatched a total of four expeditionary fleets."

"I also hope to arrive soon, but unfortunately part of my fleet has encountered unexpected obstacles and needs to replenish its reserves."

"Before I left, he specifically instructed me that we needed to prepare for one of the longest battles since the Great Expedition began."

At this point, Horus's smile seemed to widen slightly.

As the Primarch who was cared for and instructed by the Emperor, he seemed quite proud.

"After the jump was completed, they told me that you were having a meeting on the surface of the planet. As soon as I heard this, I rushed to the surface."

What were the topics discussed at the meeting? What were the results?

Lion: "."

The meeting did indeed cover a lot of topics.

However, the meeting also yielded many results, including numerous discussions.

How should we describe this as the Lion King?

Because the temperature had turned red, I ran out by myself before the meeting ended?

If the meeting ends, what if Fugrim and Dorn come to some conclusion? Where would he put his face then?

Ryan held Horus's hand in silence until Horus's expression turned to confusion.

".brother?"

at this point.

I can't even bring myself to say things like I stormed off because Rogdorn said such awful things.

"The meeting is not over yet; Fugrim and Rogdorn are still discussing in the meeting room over there."

"Then this is you."

"I'm going out for a walk."

The Lion King raised his head with a smile, seemingly proud that he had found an impeccable reason.

"But sir, we clearly left the meeting voluntarily—"

Just as the lion was trying to cover up his immature behavior, a warband priest next to him spoke up to refute him.

As a Warband Priest, his duty is to oversee whether the Primarch's words and actions deviate from the Emperor's glory.

He was already dissatisfied with the Primarch's decision to leave the room.

As the Primarch, how could I lie!

This must be corrected!

"Shut up!"

The lion turned around, clenched its fists, and roared.

For a fleeting moment, he really wanted to smash that noisy mouth to pieces.

—So annoying!

"Haha, I see."

Seeing the extent of the lion's blush and his behavior, Horus, who had already grasped about 70-80% of the situation, stepped forward and comforted him with a smile.

“I didn’t expect that you, Brother Ryan, would know in advance that I was going to the surface.”

"Then they'll pretend to be angry and leave their seats to greet me, uh, to give them a surprise?"

I'm having trouble making this up, but that's the gist of it.

"Ahem. That's natural; the First Legion's intelligence is always one step ahead."

The lion replied with a smile, his previous displeasure with Dorne vanishing instantly in Horus's few words.

Horus is so understanding when the topic of emperors is not being discussed.

"Shall we go back and give them a surprise, since they thought the meeting was over?"

Horus smiled and gestured forward, indicating, "Please?"

"please."

Seeing this, the Lion King also reached out and walked back to the conference room alongside Horus.

Perhaps there's a reason why Horus is so beloved by so many Primarchs.

Ryan thought to himself, somewhat dejected.

No wonder so many Primarchs and Imperials prefer Horus to him, Llane.

In fact, the lion was well aware that he was not popular with everyone.

The lion was somewhat discouraged.

Does this mean he is truly destined to never achieve the glory and greatness of a War General?

No.

Ryan will not give up.

He secretly glanced at Horus beside him with his eyes.

Since he's so popular, why don't I learn more from him?

Chapter 157 Imitating Others (Part 2)

Even as a rival for the position of Warmaster, the Lion had to admit that Horus was far more important to everyone than he, Ryan Eljonsson.

As Horus stepped into the still somber atmosphere of the meeting, the atmosphere instantly underwent a dramatic change.

Great, it's Horus!

We are saved!

Dorn will only ever offer what he believes to be the most correct viewpoint, regardless of whether others can accept it.

Forgrim might be able to mediate the atmosphere among all parties, but she is still too mild-mannered and unable to garner enough public trust.

As for Ryan, it's already a blessing that he didn't cause any trouble.

"What a warm welcome, my friends."

"The wise Emperor believes that the Dark Night Sector is of great importance, and has therefore dispatched me and Shadowmoon Wolf to join you all in unveiling the mysteries of this sector."

Amidst cheers and inquiries from the crowd, Horus smiled and waved to people from all directions.

The entire conference room was immediately filled with a joyful and happy atmosphere.

The great Horus, who can coordinate all tactical plans and harmonize the personalities of all Primarchs, has arrived here!

Unfortunately, this atmosphere didn't last long.

and many more!

Horus wasn't the only one to enter; a lion following behind him was also clearly not in a good mood.

Ryan Al-Jonson!

The Lion King followed Horus; he had returned!

The attendees, realizing they had been celebrating too soon, lowered their cheers slightly.

The room fell silent once again.

Lion: "."

That's really embarrassing.

This was especially true for the lion who had just stepped into the meeting room, which greatly diminished his confidence in his prestige.

"Ahem, I just went out to greet Horus and his Shadowmoon Wolf brothers."

He wasn't so angry that he left his seat, but rather he wanted to give everyone present a surprise.

Clearly, those who thought the Lion King left because he was intolerant of others were judging a gentleman by their own petty standards.

This is very wrong behavior.

"Haha, brother, you're right. It seems everyone's a bit afraid of my brother."

Horus, with heavy steps, turned back and led the lion forward.

"But to be honest, I do wish I could have your intimidating aura."

Horus also envied the opponent's combat strength and the Emperor's favoritism towards the First Legion—something that made him extremely jealous.

In front of almost everyone, Horustan revealed his true feelings.

This made the Lion King feel somewhat flattered—Horus was jealous of the lion's treatment in the eyes of the emperor.

"Yes, it sounds ridiculous, but I have indeed thought about it."

Although Horus himself always claimed to be the son of the First, he knew in his heart that the "First" was not a very significant achievement, nor was it a title that others could not attain.

He really was just one of the more fortunate of his twenty-eight brothers and sisters.

Yes, there are eighteen.

His status as the Firstborn Son would allow him to monopolize the Emperor's reign for thirty years while the other Primarchs were scattered across the world.

But that's about it.

Looking at the Dark Angels' three Glory Queen-class battleships and countless technological creations of the Dark Ages; and then at the Imperial Fist's massive and invincible [Mountain Array].

Shadowmoon Wolf only had one Glory Queen battleship, which was almost the baseline for Primarchs, and no other Imperial favorites.

His sole responsibility is to teach other Primarchs how to adapt to space combat as the Firstborn Son.

It has to be said that Ryan's excellent conditions did make him somewhat envious.

“I never deny that, brother.”

"You can't imagine what it was like to see the two of you, with your invincible and massive fleets."

The "1" symbolizing the emperor's eldest son, the Dark Angel, is always engraved on the Dark Angel's shoulder armor, glyphs, and banner.

Horus was clearly the first to arrive.

But the one marked on the other side is the true eldest son of the emperor, while he himself is just a pitiful number sixteen.

"Brother, it's me."

The lion realized that his mouth was a bit clumsy and he couldn't utter any complete words.

But I was secretly thrilled the whole time.

Horus was such a master at flattery that he made the lion feel so good it felt like it was flying.

"I was just lucky to obtain a relic from the Dark Ages."

Dorne nodded gently to Horus: "This is a gift from the Emperor, and it is also my responsibility to the Empire. I bear both of these burdens."

"This is indeed an enviable favor—but Horus brothers, have you considered that there is another Primarch in this room?"

Fugrim's smile seemed somewhat forced.

They praised Ryan and Rogue, so why skip over Fugrim?