Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Gone?

Is it his imagination?

Ran.

In a moment of crisis, Corax even gained the power of teleportation.

He fled the place faster than the Khan who had seen Horus go mad.

Chapter 170 Peturabo has no secrets

a few days later.

Just as many Primarch Legions were preparing to set off back to Holy Terra.

During these days, a joint expeditionary fleet from the three legions sailed directly into Kiava's near-Earth orbit, terrifying the warlords who had lost their space fleet and were fighting on the surface.

The recapture of the entire Kiava was unexpectedly swift. Under the relentless bombardment of the Iron Warriors, those who dared to resist with even the slightest bit of hope were instantly reduced to ashes by Perturabo's artillery fire.

Perhaps the Iron Warriors don't always perform well, and the casualty ratio in the final battle report of the Great Expedition is never very good.

But this is largely because emperors really do use capable people to the extreme.

They relentlessly exploited Iron Warrior and Perturabo, forcing them into the toughest, most uncompromising meat grinder battles.

After being tempered by such intense firepower, winning a match against a weaker opponent is a piece of cake.

Soon, Kiarwal became part of the autonomous region designated for Corax.

Let the Primarch and the workers who raised the Primarch slowly develop the main planet and its connected satellites, and in the future, with the help of the Cult of Mechanics, gradually unlock the planet's technology tree step by step.

After all, no nesting cities are built on the current savior planet, and the population remains at the original level.

If it is used as a recruitment site for the future Raven Guards, the source of troops will be too tight.

It just so happens that there's such a large Kiava primary planet here that no one wants, so it's reasonable to do Korax a favor while we're at it.

Since the emperor is not around, they can handle the ownership issues of these planets.

—The accompanying sages of the Mechanic Church expressed their regret over this.

There are plenty of mines around Kiaval, and the main planet also has a lot of industrial infrastructure. If we could take ownership of it and bring it under the Empire's control, it could be transformed into a large forging world with just a little modification, providing a continuous source of power for the Great Crusade.

It’s a pity that it can’t be collected.

"Wait one more day."

"If there is still no news from the Emperor, let's prepare to set off."

As per the Emperor's decree, after dealing with the affairs of the Eleventh Legion Primarch, he will follow in the footsteps of the other Primarchs to Lycaea to welcome the return of the new Primarch.

Fugrim and her group were just the vanguard.

This order was specifically issued to prevent the new Primarch from being treated differently from other Primarchs and from being dissatisfied with not being greeted by the Emperor himself.

This is to ensure harmony among the Primarch brothers and sisters.

Let the three Primarchs go first; the Emperor will arrive shortly after he has finished dealing with some minor matters.

But even so, where are the people?

Where are you, Your Majesty?

Outside the still fragile atmosphere that Lycaius had just filled, the specks of starlight, along with the expeditionary fleet ships docked in near-Earth orbit, were clearly visible.

But among the swarms of ships in this near-Earth orbit, there was not a trace of the emperor.

"Logically, if an unexpected situation arises that needs to be dealt with, there should be Star Language Communication to inform us of our next move."

"But there isn't one."

"We've also sent inquiries to surrounding star systems, but they've all gone unanswered," Mortalian said helplessly.

This is what subspace is like.

You never know whether an accident or tomorrow will come first.

Or perhaps they will arrive together.

You never know if you'll ever receive your own obituary.

Having lost contact with the Emperor, they had stayed on Lyucaius for more than ten days beyond their original plan, but still had no news.

The expeditionary fleet, consisting of three Primarchs, or even four Primarchs if counted solely by Primarchs, was stuck on Lycaea, unable to move.

This made Peturabo very unhappy.

"What exactly does the Emperor mean? Regardless of our next objective, we shouldn't be stuck on this satellite doing nothing!"

"As one of the legions of the Great Crusade, why did he just abandon us and let incompetent fools like Rogdorn and his even more incompetent legions steal the limelight?"

He expressed his dissatisfaction with this.

If he hadn't previously complained about the heavy burden the emperor placed on him, then his explanation might have had some credibility.

“Petulab is right.”

Mortalian immediately chimed in, echoing his sentiment: "There's no point in us waiting any longer. We should continue our exploration and clearing operations near the Empire's borders until the Emperor assigns us a new mission."

Efficiency is paramount in the Great Expedition.

Even if they were to leave now, if it were for the sake of a better grand expedition, the Emperor would surely understand.

Of course, the key to this topic is still Kolac's opinion.

"Perhaps I really want to meet my father who created me. But since you all have limited time, it would be a good thing if we parted ways at this time."

"Then let's do it this way. If there is still no news from the Emperor or his arrival by tomorrow, we will first set sail for the nearest hub node."

Signal strength is better near transit hubs for subspace shipping.

Whether it's intelligence about the Emperor's movements or interstellar communications, you would receive them much better from that location than you do now.

Before setting off back to Holy Terra

"In that case, our three legions will officially depart and part ways tomorrow."

"Don't worry, we'll have many more opportunities to meet again soon."

Corax nodded in agreement.

He was also very curious about what kind of people his other Primarch brothers and sisters were.

In his memory, he was number nineteen in line at the laboratory.

Even if he is the last one, there are still nineteen Primarchs in total.

Of course, what he didn't know was that there were now only eighteen Primarchs left.

Yes, isn't it strange?

Why is the First Legion the Dark Angels, while the Sons of the Emperor following behind them becomes the Third Legion?

Has no one all these years had any doubts or wanted to ask the person in the middle—

boom!

The group dispersed and left the meeting room.

"By the way, since this is one of the rare vacation opportunities the Emperor has given us, how about we relax today and go see a play?"

"Forgrim suddenly said something without any apparent reason."

"Okay, okay, hehe."

Mortalian seemed to be encouraging Perturabo as well, though his lively tone was not the normal sound coming from his throat: "Why not? After fighting non-stop for so many years on the expedition, it's only natural to relax this time."

"You may go ahead. My steel warriors and I must continue building. We cannot accompany you."

"do not."

Motalian suddenly sounded anxious.

“It was the Emperor who ordered us to rest properly, Peturabo.”

"After building so much for Corax's homeworld, it's not a terrible thing to relax and enjoy yourself now."

"Didn't you always complain to me about how poorly the Emperor treated the Iron Warriors, how the Legion never got proper rest and was always being driven from one meat grinder to another?"

"These are two different things!"

Peturabo felt his past self elbowing his present self, and after a moment of silence, he persisted.

"Don't you want to see just how beautiful the grand theater you built really is?"

Fugrim pointed to the magnificent building that stood on the horizon in the distance.

Thaliakron.

In the Old Language, it means "Talia's dwelling".

Thalia is an ancient Olympian deity who, according to legend, provided fools, poets, and writers with endless creative inspiration through her remarkable poetic talent and fondness for wine.

Unfortunately, even during the height of Olympia's theological prosperity, under the iron-fisted rule of the kings on the mountaintop, the common people had very few forms of entertainment.

Peturabo wanted to correct this and envisioned a magnificent palace built of drama, comedy, love and heroism, murder and intrigue, and a bittersweet ending.

This is one of his designs from his early years at Olympia.

Although not as mature as it is now, it is majestic and imbued with a more imaginative and spirited quality.

The theater's structure was designed to be elliptical, envisioned as situated at the impact point of an extremely deep meteorite crater, and constructed according to the terrain.

Peturabo knew every detail of the building's structure intimately, from the precise routes needed to support the lower levels to the exact dimensions of the goddess statue atop the uppermost lintel. He understood every aspect of it, and as the structure of the lower levels took shape at the speed of time-lapse photography, a long-lost vitality returned to Peturabo.

He didn't initially want to build this grand theater, because it was Fugrim's request.

To spend a lot of unnecessary time and energy on something that can't achieve any results is simply a waste of time and a figment of his imagination about the future when he's still immature.

It is not a project worth implementing.

But as construction progressed, he gradually began to enjoy the opportunity to build this magnificent building, and felt incredibly excited and thrilled as a result.

This time, the right brain successfully fought back against the left brain.

Just five days later, the fantasy that had only existed in his mind became a reality—Taliakren stood on the planet of salvation, descending upon this planet lacking art and beauty amidst the heartfelt praise of countless workers.

And it just so happens that only now does he have the time to build a large theater.

Instead of defensive fortifications or destroying enemy landing sites.

Yes.

Perturabo somewhat agreed with Fugrim and Mortalian's advice.

It would be such a shame if he spent so much time building this grand theater, only to find that he himself couldn't even experience it firsthand.

"Okay, I'll go."

What specific play is it?

Peturabo, who was born in Olympia, had a talent that gave him an exceptional ability to appreciate art and a keen sense of aesthetics, despite his dislike for these things.

What kind of play could be performed?

Fugrim, Kasgar, and Mortalian exchanged glances.

Hehe, you'll find out soon enough.

In front of the towering wrought iron gates of the Grand Theatre stands the statue of the goddess Talia outside the wall.

She poured wine from a two-handled, narrow-necked bottle, the mercury acting as the liquid flowing down from the grooves in the column.

The wine was caught by the outstretched hands of her sisters, carved on the two central pillars: on the left was Harris, and on the right was Euphrosini. Both wore masks of laughter and sorrow, but each mask was cleverly tilted so that it was impossible to tell which was which.

But he knew.

Peturab enjoyed this arrogance known only to himself, and he eagerly pushed open the door first.

The oval-shaped theater extends outwards, and behind the curved audience area, there are large-scale reliefs of unimaginable proportions:

The statues of the goddess and her sisters look down with great interest from the high arches surrounding the amphitheater, watching all the drama unfold.

And the mythical heroes of Olympia:

Thespis stood naturally beside the goddess, while his formidable rival, Metrobis, stood at a distance. Alarus, the great lover of comedic poetry, stood with the slender Hercules, the most unpredictable actor of his time, the so-called hero of a thousand faces.