Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

What does it mean?

So you can say she has no redeeming qualities?

Back when I was aboard the Chemos, I was quite pleased with myself for owning a Glory Queen battleship.

As a result, the battleship Queen Glorious was guaranteed to be one for every member of the Primarch's expeditionary fleet!

What's going on?

“Of course, my sister Fugrim. I certainly envy you as the only one among us brothers and sisters who has been married, and I certainly envy the perfect love you have.”

"But you know—if I told the story of the centaur's golden ring like you did, everyone would fall asleep on the spot!"

Horus's honest face twisted into a comical expression as he looked around, instantly eliciting another burst of lighthearted laughter.

Horus, you bastard.

"That's not wrong."

Fugrim was pleased with Horus's words.

Horus certainly knew how to communicate with his brothers and sisters.

In just a few words, the tense atmosphere was instantly dispelled.

Just like the backbone of the many helpless members of the expeditionary fleet, Horus only needed to appear in the meeting room to gain everyone's trust.

Even the stubborn Dorn gave Horus a slightly more conciliatory smile when he looked at him.

This greatly displeased the Lion King, but it seemed that this was indeed the reality—

Even when the Emperor assigned the three expeditionary fleets together, he took into account the possibility of discord among the three Primarchs.

"Compared to the Ryan brothers' deterrent power, I also have my own troubles."

"Even when I'm angry and giving a lecture, my men still dare to stand up to me and fight back."

As he spoke, Horus glanced jokingly at Abaddon beside him.

The latter seemed somewhat unconvinced by the description of Horus and was eager to argue about it.

Although Horus did not name names, it seems that Abaddon had fully grasped his implied meaning.

"You see. That's exactly it."

"It seems that each of us has our own problems to face."

"You have yours, and I have mine."

The lion king's tense expression eased somewhat, and his well-trimmed golden mane finally seemed to flow down normally.

He seemed to glance at the Caliban knight beside him without making a sound.

There stood the biggest troublemaker in the entire legion.

That is, the legion priest who dared to refute the lion on the spot when he met Horus.

This person's name is Nemir, and he serves as a priest in the Dark Angels Legion.

If the name isn't familiar, you've definitely heard of the powerful move, "Lion King Flying Head Fist."

He was the head that got blown away.

As a model Space Marine of the Dark Angels, he performed exceptionally well in all the battles, large and small, that the Dark Angels experienced.

He was an upright and honest man. After being selected as the Legion Priest, he was responsible for overseeing the Legion's logistics and personnel deployment work, and he was meticulous in every detail.

He never slacked off in fulfilling his duties.

But the problem is—he really didn't slack off in the slightest, and he even supervised the Primarch.

As a legion with the most secrets, how could the Dark Angels possibly be as open and transparent as the Emperor demands?

The Lion King himself had a multitude of secrets.

This means that Nemir, as an upright and incorruptible Legion priest, would not show even the slightest leniency regarding the Primarch's own circumstances.

This guy is different from Abaddon.

He seemed to thoroughly enjoy arguing with the Primarch.

It's not just about correcting the original's behavior, but also about enjoying the process of refuting the original.

Nemir, the true advocate of the Primarch.

"Please apologize for my rash departure earlier."

Facing the crowd who were still awkwardly unsure how to welcome the Lion King back, Ryan slowly bowed and apologized.

Before anyone could react, Horus quickly stepped forward with a smile to smooth things over.

"Alright, since everyone has had a thorough exchange of opinions while I was away—"

He quickly put the previous unpleasantness behind him, and now it was time to discuss the issues without letting his emotions get the better of him.

This shifted the focus of everyone's attention back from the Lion King's personal departure to the issue at hand.

Although the Lion King was unwilling to admit it, he knew in his heart that Horus's ability to deal with people was many times greater than his own.

This level of capability gap is difficult to bridge in a short time.

Ryan thought to himself, feeling somewhat disheartened.

"Dorn, what was the outcome of our previous discussion?"

Dorn recounted to Horus the results of the previous discussion among the three Primarchs.

The entire Dark Night sector is shrouded in a massive warp cloud, and entering it would inevitably involve unimaginable risks.

The speed and direction of their actions were the main focus of their discussion at the meeting.

"It sounds like you really need an external point to break the current deadlock."

Horus concluded, his massive, armored body beginning to wander around the round table before him.

The protogenes could not reach a consensus, let alone a strategic agreement.

"My father, when he was in Holy Terra, taught me to discern the thoughts of those who offered suggestions, and to formulate strategies based on that, through their most..."

This is not merely a reflection of differences in command philosophy; it also involves some personal factors.

Horus then interrupted.

"Regarding this situation, my father—"

As Horus delivered his proud speech, Kaska closed his eyes.

coming.

To be precise, it's happening again.

Next, please enjoy the essay recitation by Horus, the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion, titled "My Imperial Father"!

(Winner of the first prize in the Sacred Terra Gold Centaur Cup Essay Competition)

He exchanged glances with Sigismund, and even with Togadon and Cyranus standing behind Horus.

Now, there is no need for any further communication to understand what they are thinking.

I understand what you mean.

Finally, Horus began his long discourse with a fable about his childhood encounter with the emperor, using this as a springboard to recount countless stories that had taught him...

In short, under the Emperor's guidance, Horus chose a new approach—unlike the Primarchs' strategies, which were either radical or conservative, Horus chose to incorporate their ideas and improve upon them.

According to his plan, the joint expeditionary fleet, spearheaded by the Mountain Array of Rogdorn and the Seventh Legion, would penetrate from one side of the Dark Night Sector and advance towards the main central area.

The remaining three expeditionary fleets were tasked with expanding outwards around the outer star systems that served as lifelines, ensuring that the Seventh Legion's supply lines would not be severed and thus lost contact.

Based on the results of the previous missing expeditionary fleets, the most crucial thing after entering the Dark Night Sector is to preserve the link channels and supply lines.

Only in this way can we ensure that we do not get lost in the environment where the Star Torch is isolated by thick fog.

It takes into account both the current situation and troop deployment of each legion, and also fully considers the ideas of each Primarch.

Unlike Rogdorn, he directly humiliated others.

Horus's plan quickly became the tactical plan unanimously agreed upon by all legion members.

It will be implemented in the Dark Night Sector in the near future.

Although there were some minor hiccups during the meeting, Horus's influence quickly led everyone to reach a consensus.

This is quite rare, considering that when the Lion King left earlier, everyone was lamenting that the arguments between the Primarchs would greatly increase the time consumed by the expedition, thus wasting precious time on meaningless bickering.

"Only when Lord Horus arrives can this dispute between Primarchs be resolved."

People were talking in hushed tones.

"Indeed, if the Empire were to select a war commander again, I would definitely support Lord Horus. There is no one more suitable to lead all the expeditionary fleets than him."

"Shh! Watch out! The great lion is still here!"

"Isn't that unnecessary? Lord Ryan wouldn't be so petty."

"Wait a minute, let's put Lord Ryan's matter aside for now. When you were talking about choosing the war commander, why did you say 'again'?"

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Everyone fell into silence again.

Let's close this up; this is a slide that you shouldn't touch.

Of course, this does not mean that Horus was infallible and perfect.

His almost fanatical love for the Emperor also earned him some criticism within the Expeditionary Fleet and the Terra War Council.

Horus expressed his affection for the Emperor so frequently that I felt, in a way, that I had become an unnecessary presence in the expeditionary fleet.

Even when it comes to proclaiming the greatness of the Emperor, Lord Horus has to do far more than I have.

He truly loves the Emperor brand from the bottom of his heart. I'm ashamed to say that I can't even compare to one-tenth of his passion.

— Written by an imperial truth-telling official who originally had a fanatical love for the emperor.

Shortly after being assigned to the Soul of Vengeance as the chief preacher of the Shadowmoon Wolves, he chose to submit his resignation.

I can't bring myself to criticize this; it's genuine love for Emperor Entertainment.

But being too passionate about something isn't necessarily a good thing.

There is no clear line between tradition and superstition or even fanaticism—some extremists may believe that Horus's teachings seriously violate Imperial Truth and are extremely heretical, requiring correction by Imperial Truth Propagandists.

Of course, many people still feel that Horus, as the Primarch of Shadowmoon Wolves, is just a little strange with a quirk, which does not affect his status as the most popular Primarch in the Great Crusade.

Just like believing that a four-leaf clover brings good luck.

This is at most a form of self-suggestion, and it is clearly far removed from the religion that the emperor swore to destroy.

It's not reasonable to burn everyone in the world who believes that four-leaf clovers bring good luck.

This is abnormal, at least for someone earning 30K.

The meeting has come to a close.

Accompanied by the narrators, their photographic and video equipment, and their servants, the four Primarchs began to walk toward their respective helipads.

The logistics forces from the Joint Expeditionary Fleet will soon complete the occupation of the planet Scacia.

This location will serve as a base for supplying the expeditionary fleet, providing a continuous supply for the fleet that will venture deeper into the Dark Night Sector.

Horus and Dorne jointly served as the commanders-in-chief of this battle.

Horus's meaning is not hard to understand—although he is in charge of all of this, as the Imperial Fist and the Mountain Array are operating in isolation, there are many situations that require the other side to make their own decisions.

Everyone agreed with this viewpoint, and after the meeting, they all walked towards their respective helipads.

"and many more!"

Just as the Lion King was about to leave again, he noticed someone calling to him from behind.

He was the son of an emperor.

Their flamboyant purple-gold armor made them easily identifiable. If Ryan remembered correctly, this was the Phoenix Guard who had stood beside Fugrim during the previous meeting.