Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Horus finally made up his mind and said.

Horus immediately recalled the emperor, clad in golden armor and radiating dazzling golden light.

Although he was indeed a wizard, no one ever dared to say that the Emperor was a wizard.

This feeling seemed exactly like the golden light of the Emperor, the power that Horus was most familiar with and could never forget!

"It's like witchcraft, but it's not just witchcraft. Ah, it's so elusive."

"It's like... it's like a wondrous energy that arises from people's faith!"

Horus was pondering how to express his thoughts without violating the truth of the Empire.

In other words, is this a manifestation of the Emperor's power?

"Haha, look what I just said!"

He smiled, trying his best to cover up some of his words that were somewhat contrary to the truth of the empire.

"So, I'm also wondering if what I'm seeing is real—or if I'm just overthinking it?"

"The Council of Four Kings, what do you think?"

Horus wanted to ask the Lion King directly how he obtained that imperial golden light (he was extremely envious).

However, with the interference of subspace storms, it is clear that precious interstellar communication cannot be used in such a worthless place.

Horus, as the commander of the legion, naturally knew what was important and what was urgent.

But I'm really curious about that golden light!

It seems to truly have the power to touch other people's hearts; if used in battle...

As for whether it was witchcraft or not, Horus clearly remembered that Ryan absolutely did not know witchcraft!

It's not witchcraft, which means Horus also has a chance!

Although he kept trying to find reasons for himself, it seems that the real reason was that the golden light was too similar to the imperial light.

Such a familiar feeling!

Just by sensing the presence of this aura, Horus felt as if he had returned to the thirty years he spent alone with the Emperor.

Ah, those wonderful thirty years.

The Shadowmoon Wolf Primal Form, Shepherd Wolf God, fell into a state of extreme intoxication.

I, Horus Lupecal, must have him!

Togarden and Cyranus exchanged a glance.

Again?

Again.

Horus, the Primarch, is good in every way; his virtues could not be counted in three days and three nights.

The problem is that he really loves emperors.

So much so that they would never miss an opportunity to express their affection for the emperor.

This is the result of the emperor's suppression.

Horus goes mad whenever the Council of the Four Kings tries to give the Primarch more respect.

"Perhaps this wasn't edited in post-production, but it seems that only Lord Ryan has ever used this mysterious power."

"Wait, I think I remember this!"

As Togaton spoke, he suddenly seemed to remember something and slapped Cyranus next to him hard: "Remember that time?!"

"Which time?"

"The expedition records show that Prospero was besieged by the Soul-Eating Bees! It was this golden aura that wiped out all the Soul-Eating Bees! In all the imperial records, it is said that this power came from Lord Magnus!"

"But I remember it clearly, the performer recorded by the narrator at the time was none other than—Lord Fugrim!"

"really?"

The clues were gradually coming together, and Horus felt himself getting closer and closer to the truth.

It seems that such magical power really exists, and it can even repel attacks from warp creatures!

"it is good!"

"The Council of Four Kings, while you are still in the process of warp jump, take some time to go to the library on the Soul of Vengeance and look up any information about this golden glow."

Although Horus did not know the origin of this golden light, his eyes began to shine at this moment.

"Golden radiance. Centaur, gold ring."

After the Council of Four Kings left with their orders, Horus stood alone in the empty staff room once again.

How exactly can one unleash power similar to that of the Lion King in the video?

He recalled the lion king's actions in the video.

It seemed as if he was fighting against an imaginary enemy at the time.

Horus stood in an open space, mimicking the appearance of Ryan in the video.

"call"

With a few deep breaths, he cleared his mind of distractions.

Of course, Horus's understanding of "distractions" may be somewhat different from that of normal people.

Any thought that has nothing to do with the emperor is a distraction.

After calming himself down, he re-examined all his weapons and equipment.

Horus now has neither the Worldbreaker nor the Claw of Horus on his body.

He only had a power sword that had always accompanied him on his Great Expeditions, and a twin bolter attached to the bottom of his gauntlets.

The emperor didn't give him anything better; only this power sword could accompany him on his campaigns.

Horus harbored some resentment.

Thinking of the extra privileges other Primarchs received by taking treasures directly from the Emperor's armory, Horus felt a surge of indescribable displeasure.

How about we try sword dancing first?

Horus recalled that the Lane brothers had started their sword dance on stage, which resulted in that downward slash that unleashed a powerful golden light.

If the Lane brothers could do it, why couldn't Horus?

But it seems somewhat inappropriate to practice swordsmanship in the staff room where military discipline is discussed.

Although he was in charge of the entire Sixteenth Army Corps, he still had to set a good example for everyone.

Since sword dancing is ineffective, Horus can only rely on his fists, aside from the power sword in his hand.

Or rather, there is no decomposing force field; it's all about the iron fist that strikes with ceramic gloves.

He swung his left gauntlet forward.

call out!

A loud whooshing sound cut through the air, a pleasant sound that pierced through the air. As a Primarch, Horus's power, even without weapons, was astonishing.

"Let's give it a try, just in case."

He murmured to himself.

It seems that at the moment of throwing that punch, one is in the imagined state that one has constructed in one's mind.

He relied not on the laws of force in the physical universe, but on the purest will within his own heart to unleash the power in his hands!

Emperor

Horus recalled the scene of his first encounter with the Emperor on Holy Terra.

That was when he had just awakened his Primarch power, and his mind was still overflowing with endless thoughts.

As a Corsonia scoundrel, everything in his mind told him that this planet wasn't everything he could reach; there were more distant, more unknown worlds waiting for him, Horus Lupecal—yes, more worlds, more people—

He met him just as he boarded the ship and arrived on a brand new planet.

Emperor.

As he threw another punch, Horus felt as if he had truly returned to the past, back to those thirty years.

He was no longer the commander who commanded countless ships and countless brave Astartes warriors, but a confused young man who had just arrived on Terra.

He received the emperor's teachings and assistance here.

Horus saw his figure; he was like that.

Emperor.

Horus threw another punch forward. At this moment, Horus truly felt as if he had returned to the past. This punch was less a product of his consciousness and more a product of his body controlling his hand as he threw it forward.

Thirty years have passed.

Above the sacred Terra, the starry sky seemed far away, an untouchable existence; and on the earth, only the Emperor and Horus remained, sitting in the ancient Roman-style baths, on the steppes east of the Ural Mountains, under the boundless starry sky.

He said I was his Centaur.

Wherever I roam, my legion will be by my side.

That was an agreement between them.

Horus's brows furrowed violently as he closed his eyes, as if he were enduring some great pain, or perhaps the memory itself was accompanied by the delusion of being unable to return to the past.

Emperor.

Emperor!

Emperor!

Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!

"Emperor!"

锔.

At that very moment, accompanied by Horus's roar, another punch was thrown.

With his unique understanding of emperors and loyalty, coupled with his extremely repressed feelings as an emperor.

A tiny golden ray of light appeared in Horus's fist in the next instant.

"Thought Emperor Fist!"

"Thoughts flow like a spring!"

There was no skill, no magic.

It was purely out of emotional turmoil that he managed to unleash this powerful punch, a move that should never have been possible.

"What's this?"

Horus, having reopened his eyes, stared in disbelief at what lay before him.

The thick, churning warp storm outside the window seemed to have calmed down considerably after Horus punched it. Horus could even see the remnants of the golden light pattern in his hand flowing towards the warp storm!

[Reporting to Lord Horus, the warp storm ahead of our flagship is weakening for unknown reasons!]

[Praise be to the Emperor! The already shimmering starlight shone even brighter afterward, and we could feel its presence!]

Horus swallowed hard as he listened to the sounds coming from the communication system.

It is not for unknown reasons.

But the technique seems to have achieved results that I never dared to imagine!

Unexpectedly, a punch I threw casually was able to calm down the raging subspace storm to some extent!

What terrifying and powerful force this is!

Horus recalled the wondrous state he had experienced when he used it before.

Just now, the name of this move seemed to have just slipped out of my mouth!

"Thinking of the Emperor's Fist, thoughts flow like a spring."

Horus muttered to himself, looking at his pair of power rings, lost in thought.