Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Chapter 161 The Emperor's Fist of Thought! Thoughts flow like a spring!

Just as Horus was racking his brains for ideas, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

[The ship is about to undergo a subspace jump. Crew members, please wait at the designated safe location.]

The servants from the navigation room broadcast this message throughout the entire battleship, the Vengeance Soul.

Having waited long enough in Scacia, it was time to head to the Dark Night system and explore new expedition planets.

In the dangerous situation where the starlight is blocked by the warp, in order to prevent the warp from going astray, the Vengeful Spirit will follow the Mountain Array led by Rogdorn on a short jump.

Once they had penetrated deep into the Dark Night Sector, they had the remaining three Primarchs lead their respective expeditionary fleets, which, like the trunk and branches of a tree, covered the Mountain Array at the forefront as it launched a surprise attack into the interior of the sector.

Horus and his two siblings were tasked with guarding this newly opened short-distance jump tunnel from the mysterious forces emanating from the Dark Night Sector.

Since all four expeditionary fleets that had previously attempted to enter had disappeared without a trace, it remained unknown what enemies awaited them in the sector.

Although the Shadowmoon Wolves are not the vanguard, they still need to be treated with caution.

Bang!

Horus was equally worried as he felt the extra turbulence that came with entering the warp.

He knew perfectly well that the lion's purpose was to select the commander of the upcoming grand expedition.

But it is clear that this crucial position, this position that allows one to be closer to the Emperor, can only belong to Horus!

As the Primarch who unfortunately failed the exam last time, he was determined to succeed.

Absolutely not!

But this doesn't seem to be something Horus can decide.

A lion whose mindset has undergone a tremendous change, becoming no longer as stubborn and indifferent as before, will naturally gain more support.

The First Legion itself is quite powerful, and the Lions themselves are capable of turning the tide of the Battle of Randan, making them incredibly formidable.

Furthermore, the lion's loyalty is unwavering and can withstand any test. It seems that once the opponent has figured things out, our side has little advantage left?!

How can he possibly defeat this true "eldest son of the emperor"?

Horus fell into deep thought.

His ulterior motives were among the most numerous of the Primarchs, second only to the more ambitious Guilliman.

After several severe jolts, the sky outside the staff room window, which was originally a dark world dotted with stars, has now transformed into a dazzling purple halo of colors.

The warp jump is complete; what follows is a long journey.

Even in a warp storm, this is no exception—no matter how powerful the Primarch's individual abilities are, they will appear extremely insignificant before the vast power of the universe.

[The maintenance crew reports on the damage to the jump ship.]

[And inform the Council of Four Kings of Shadowmoon Wolf, and tell them to come to the Vengeful Spirit's meeting room as soon as possible after they have calmed down.]

"My lord, what has happened this time?"

Togardon, along with the other three Shadowmoon Wolves company commanders, stood at the door of the staff room.

"Did they discover some enemy during the jump? Or—"

"Please come in, everyone."

It's not a big deal.

Horus showed the performance record of the Knights of Caliban from the lion to his Council of Four.

"This is."

Even the lion did it?

Thanks to the support of the "Shadow Moon Wolf University of Learning," the Sixteenth Legion's level of expertise in subjects such as drama and other arts has always been among the best in all legions.

Aside from the emperor's sons, they had never had a rival in praising the emperor.

It was voted the most oppressive legion in the Great Expedition.

Centaur, gold ring!

I love the Emperor, and the Emperor loves me!

The entire legion was immersed in this atmosphere of happiness and joy.

Even the Great Expedition to kill aliens was exceptionally exciting!

Even the chief Imperial Truth Proclaimer, who was in charge of the Legion's discipline, was unsure what to do in this situation.

—Is this really in line with imperial truth?

There seemed to be no problem: Shadowmoon Wolves became more loyal and steadfast in this campaign to praise the Emperor, and the Great Crusade's progress was not hampered by the need to build the Emperor's idol.

But something seems off about this loyalty?

I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but something just feels off.

Finally, the preacher reported the situation to his secret superior, the Imperial Chancellor in charge of the legion's intelligence, Makado.

After receiving the parchment scroll detailing the transformations of the Shadowmoon Wolf, Makado fell silent.

Then, after repeatedly asking whether there was a problem with the interstellar communication, and personally communicating with psionic energy to confirm that the information was correct.

The silence seemed to last even longer.

Makado: "."

In the end, he chose not to order the purge of Shadowmoon Wolf.

However, the Shadowmoon Wolves, who were at the height of their power, soon encountered their formidable foe—the ghouls from the Ninth Legion.

There's always someone stronger; their "Holy Suppression" is even more terrifying and dreadful than Horus and the Shadowmoon Wolves' "Royal Suppression"!

After welcoming their own Saint Gilles, it was as if some kind of genetic lock had been unlocked, and they instantly transformed into Saint Gilles' most talented and fanatical followers.

Inspiration flowed freely from his mind like water, and all sorts of amazing chapters that the human brain could hardly imagine (including those that abhorred intelligence!) emerged frequently from this bizarre legion.

Although all the works of art praise Saint Gilles, the angle, intensity, and manner of the praise are problems that the Holy Blood Angels study day and night.

In this legion, everyone is a great artist.

From then on, the title of the most artistic legion was always associated with the clash between the Emperor's Son and the Holy Blood Angels.

Ah, and there's also the [White Scars] Legion.

Shortly after Chagatai Khan returned, he learned that the Holy Blood Angel and the Shadow Moon Wolf, who often fought alongside him, were both masters of art. So he decided to take the most literary and calligraphic warriors from his White Scar Legion to exchange ideas.

Then?

After watching Horus's Shadowmoon Wolves perform the Centaur Gold Ring, the Khan's flagship, Bladestorm, sailed away from the Vengeful Spirit at its fastest speed.

Run!

There isn't a single person here.

From then on, the white scar seemed to have been playing by itself, and never participated in the party between the Holy Blood Angel and the Shadow Moon Wolf again.

From then on, the other legions all thought they were just barbarians, and their interactions with them ceased.

Actually, they're just too normal.

The only normal person often does seem a little out of place.

Now, it seems that besides the Holy Blood Angel and the Emperor's Son, Shadowmoon Wolf will soon have a new opponent—

The most mysterious First Legion, Dark Angels, led by the Lion.

They seem to want to join in this chaotic mess!

Although the lion's debut performance was somewhat immature, its vibrant energy and confidence, which Horus himself had to admire, were still remarkable.

In particular, there seemed to be a golden flame burning in the lion's eyes, as if he were possessed by the centaur that Horus had envisioned during his conquests!

Beautiful and powerful.

The dazzling golden light that shone so brightly was so real that even Horus, who had been immersed in this art for many years, had to admire it!

I didn't expect you to like the Centaur Gold Ring too!

Have you all seen the Lion King performance?

"So, everyone, tell us how you feel."

Horus turned off the projector on the table and walked over to look at the members of the Council of Four Kings.

Cyranus remained silent, while Togarden seemed to be deep in thought.

Abaddon, the company commander of Shadowmoon Wolves, did not seem to have a positive attitude towards this.

"Forgive my bluntness, Lord Horus, but now is the time for an expedition to the Dark Night Sector. You should not waste your energy on such trivial matters."

Abaddon seemed to have always disliked Horus mentioning the Emperor in his presence, and he was also strongly opposed to the existence of the Centaur Ring.

But for some reason, Horus chose to give him the centaur gold ring that he had given him when he became the head of the Shadowmoon Wolves Council of Four Kings.

Abaddon seemed to really like that gold ring.

It seems she's still wearing it on her hand.

"Perhaps you have a point, Abaddon."

Unusually, Horus did not refute Abaddon's sour remark.

“But I sensed something was off about this video—did you see the golden power Ryan unleashed during the battle?”

As he spoke, Horus pointed to the holographic projection.

In the scene, the mediocre villain actors appearing at the Phoenix Grand Theatre all disappear quickly and painfully under the golden halo of the lion.

The special effects and the stage actors' performances were quite interesting, but that's about it, isn't it?

"This is just the simplest special effect synthesized by the Thinker Array. Any Mechanicus member, even a servant, could do it."

Abaddon was somewhat dismissive.

"No, no, no. Abaddon, haven't you noticed yet?"

Horus patiently corrected him: "Look at the expressions on the faces of these spectators."

The expressions on the faces of the audience.

Following Horus's pause and replay, the Council of Four Kings looked down at the audience below—no one would have paid attention to the presence below the stage of the Phoenix Grand Theatre, not even the cameramen of the narrators would have lingered on it.

However, since Luther himself was in the audience, the audience seemed to be given extra attention this time.

The audience was restless, though they didn't know why.

These sons of the emperor, who were usually disciplined and always behaved properly in any situation, seemed to be focusing their attention not on the exciting performance on stage, but rather on playfully "fighting" each other in their seats.

Very strange.

Even conflicts that erupted during the most exciting moments of the performance were not just one, but many.

But seemingly in the next instant, the golden light, which should have been a special effect, shone on them, and everything underwent an indescribable and strange change.

The spectators below the field seemed to wake from a dream, looking blankly at their opponents who had just been fighting.

What's wrong with us?

It seemed that the golden light was truly calming the conflict between them!

and many more?

Isn't this special effects?

The eyes of the members of the Council of Four Kings were instantly drawn to the lion on the screen, which was unleashing a mysterious power.

"stop."

Horus stopped the projection in his hand and looked at the members of the Council of Four Kings in front of him.

"Did you see that?"

Horus's tone held a hint of doubt: "The Lane brothers seem to have a special ability, right during his performance."

"I could feel that aura, that feeling. He was just like, just like..."

"Father."