Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Imagine that when you finally master this power that is of the same origin as the emperor, during one of the emperor's personal campaigns, you are unfortunately captured temporarily by a powerful enemy at a crucial moment.

Just when they were on the verge of death, Horus suddenly unleashed unimaginable power, rescuing the Emperor from the clutches of his enemies.

Then, how amazed the Emperor will be by Horus's power, and how proudly he will declare that he possesses power surpassing that of the Emperor.

They also possessed an emperor.

Hey.

Hey hey hey.

The Emperor's Pride

"Lord Horus's fleet has not arrived yet?"

Fully armed, Casgar asked through the communication system.

After completing the initial warp, Horus will travel with Fugrimkasga to the system to the left of the Mountain Array's route.

The guards on the right were handed over to the lion, who possessed a wealth of advanced technology.

Dark angels are adept at acting alone.

This is how he explained it.

To keep the secret, it would be better for the Dark Angels Legion to strike alone rather than cooperate as a team with limited resources.

Their experience sent a benevolent signal to their fellow humans scattered in the subspace storms of this galaxy.

But the inhabitants of this star system didn't seem to appreciate it. They appeared to have deployed a networked attack ship formation, with each attack ship consisting of a command ship operated by a small crew and four to six escort ships fighting around it.

The combat phases that are frequently encountered in the Great Expedition.

It's time for their Primarch fleet to lead the charge and wipe this out.

But Horus, the Primarch of the Shadowmoon Wolves, was nowhere to be found at this time.

[Apologies, everyone from the Third Legion. I had some urgent business to attend to and was a little late. Please forgive me.]

Well, his apologetic tone reappeared on the communication channel.

During this period of warp travel, I seem to have mastered a unique combat technique.

This time, I will demonstrate the true power of the Emperor!

[I won't even need the Emperor's Sons' army to intervene; I will face all the invading enemies alone!]

【oh? 】

Fugrim expressed great interest in this.

"Then I'll wait and see?"

Casca had a bad feeling.

An extremely ominous premonition.

Alas, the Emperor is repressed.

Chapter 162 Shocks Dorne for a Whole Year

This was the first star system with intelligent life they encountered in the Dark Night Sector.

Unfortunately, due to the long period of separation and the encirclement of subspace storms, the humans in the galaxy have fallen into a ridiculous exceptionalism, believing that these beings that emerged from the evil storms are all the embodiment of extreme evil.

They will bring countless unspeakable machines and weapons to transform the planet into a terrifying infernal realm.

That's too much talk.

Of course, the greatest confidence of the people from the Dark Night Sector lies in their invincible fleet—an invincible fleet that has roamed for countless years without ever having a rival.

As for those foolish behemoths of the human empire...

They believe that this seemingly enormous ship is simply a target, a product of foolish "bigger is better" thinking.

What age is it?

Did you think this was a traditional naval war, where large ships and cannons could dominate the oceans?!

Building such a huge ship is just like making ourselves a target for others to shoot at!

In space naval warfare, flexibility and stealth are of paramount importance!

During battle, ships must conceal their movements as much as possible, and after launching a surprise attack, they must use their unique acceleration devices to retreat before the enemy can react.

Only in this way can we gain a significant enough advantage in naval battles!

A warship like Horus's Vengeance would certainly not meet the standards of a modern warship.

Such a massive and cumbersome warship could be torn to shreds with just a simple missile—

call out!

The missile was launched at the massive Vengeance, hurtling toward the enemy warship at an unavoidable speed!

At this distance, a warship of this size simply could not dodge such a fast missile!

They've already won!

—Then these people saw the void shields hovering over the ships.

The missile struck the invisible membrane of the Void Shield and vanished instantly, as if swallowed up.

"not good!"

Under the combined attack of Horus and Fugrim's dual fighter squadrons, the spaceship fleet that dared to attack the expeditionary fleet was instantly scattered and destroyed.

Although their warships were indeed smaller and more agile, this did pose a significant challenge to the fleets of the two Primarchs.

But this was no challenge for the powerful Shadowmoon Wolves and the Emperor's Son fleet.

Under the coordinated artillery fire of the two sides, the agile enemy ships scattered like birds and beasts, choosing to abandon their surface sections and flee in all directions.

Seeing that their invincible fleet had been routed, the surface troops also chose to raise white flags and surrender.

And so, the expeditionary fleet easily occupied the nest world of this unknown star system.

"But this is not the end of the war, but only the beginning."

After landing on the planet's surface aboard the Firebird to complete the reception work, Fugrim spoke to Kasgar beside her.

"Just the beginning?"

"Yes. It's quite obvious that I saw traces of warp jumps when they escaped, right there in that flash just now."

The battle has been won, but the war has only just begun.

"If we cannot find their hiding places, our subspace transportation routes will continue to be threatened by these flies and pests in the future."

[Okay, let's continue extracting information.]

As he spoke, Fugrim suddenly manipulated the communication device in his ear and then turned back to face Kasgar.

"The results of our interrogation of the prisoners have arrived. They revealed the true name of their empire—the Great Marion Empire, a powerful entity spanning dozens of star systems in the Dark Night Sector."

"Under the prolonged onslaught of warp storms, the warp jumps they developed will be accomplished through several small warp jumps over extremely short distances. Although this will significantly reduce speed, it is safer,"

Although this human pocket empire is no match for the combined fleet of the two Primarch Legions, if these guys only harass without launching any offensive...

They will tirelessly deal with the other party's endless harassment.

This is very detrimental to the expeditionary fleet's subsequent operations.

For them, who had just entered the Dark Night Star Sector, everything here was unknown.

Between the open and the hidden, if their path is cut off in the future, all communication and connections between the expeditionary fleets will be lost.

At that point, you'll only be able to type blindly.

"We can drive it away now, but if we really let the tiger return to the mountain, we may never have peace in the future."

Fugrim expressed her concerns about this.

We must find the capital of this human pocket empire as soon as possible, whether by annihilation or recapture, we must eliminate this threat.

That being said, with the raging subspace storms blocking the way, finding their trail largely depends on luck.

Moreover, the primary mission of the current Imperial Pride fleet is to escort the Mountain Array fleet as it advances forward.

If the USS Mountain Array deviates too far from its planned route, and its pursuit deviates from the current course, causing it to become lost in subspace and unable to communicate with other fleets, then it would be truly dangerous.

"We can only pray that today's battle will scare them so much that they will never dare to attack our fleet again."

While relying on luck on the battlefield is an irresponsible choice, it seems that Fugrim has no better options.

“And Horus,” she said, clenching her right fist in anger, “He kept talking about having a surprise, and now he's vanished without a trace. Really…”

“Irresponsible. I’m sorry, I really have to take the blame, sister.”

Not far ahead of them was the landing point of the Shadowmoon Wolves.

Horus, clad in silver-white armor, approached the landing point of the Sons of the Emperor's army with an apologetic smile.

"Is this the ultimate technique you mentioned? All I saw was Shadowmoon Wolves and the Sons of the Emperor achieving another victory in battle, just like always."

"That's all."

"Haha, thank you for your praise, but the imperial power I want to demonstrate has not even begun yet."

"Oh? Brother, you've kept us in suspense for far too long. I'm starting to doubt whether I should trust you as much as I have before."

"Don't worry, Fugrim, this is definitely the last time."

"However, it's best not to send too many people."

As he spoke, Horus turned around and commanded his troops, including an entire company of Gastrin Terminators, to follow him.

Seemingly to keep the secret, he dispersed his Imperial Truth Proclaimers, Mechanicus members, and other Imperial bureaucrats to various hives on the planet to appease them.

He led only his direct Astartes towards the upper echelons of the hive.

"Mysterious."

Fugrim was getting impatient, but she still chose to call on Kasgar, who also had a bad feeling, and followed behind him.

Go up to the nest.

"This is pretty much it. With the fighting just over, the bureaucrats are still handling countless administrative tasks."

"This period of chaos may be my opportunity to shine."

As he spoke, Horus commanded the fully armed Shadowmoon Wolves around him to scatter in all directions. Although Abaddon seemed somewhat reluctant, he still led his men to do as he was told.

Then, the Shadowmoon Wolves suddenly started coordinating with each other in pairs, as if they had practiced this many times before.

They removed the gauntlets from each other's left hands, revealing their matching left hands adorned with some kind of gold jewelry.

Then, they raised their fists high, and the Shadowmoon Wolves, along with the Horus, looked up at the sky at that moment.

Not only that,

Their lips seemed to be muttering incantations: judging from the expressions of many Astartes who had removed their helmets, they were closing their eyes in a fanatical manner, their lips trembling rapidly, as if they were reciting with exceptional familiarity.

"What does it mean?"

Fugrim and Kasgar, who were watching from the sidelines, were wary of this.

This is not something an Astartes warrior who follows the truth of the Empire should do.

Compared to techniques, everything Horus is doing now is more like witchcraft.

But Fugrim did not intervene.

Almost all Primarchs trusted Horus's character.

There shouldn't be any problems, right?

However, just as these Shadowmoon Wolves were displaying their gold rings to the distance, Horus, standing in front of them, seemed to be following suit, muttering something under his breath.

"Were they reciting lines from the script of 'The Centaur Ring'?"

Fugrim could not believe the words she heard.

She laughed in exasperation.

Not a brother?