Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Seeing the company commander in another fit of impotent rage, Torgarden could only smile and shift his gaze away from him, turning instead to another member of the Council of Four Kings beside him.

That's new. But it can't really be considered new.

One of the strange things about the Council of the Four Kings is that, apart from Abaddon, Cyranus, and Toggardon, the remaining "king" never holds the position for long.

From about two hundred years ago when the Great Crusade began until now, this last seat has often been occupied by members of the Council of Four Kings who died on the battlefield for various reasons, and has even changed hands many times in a short period of time.

It only stopped when the current one, that is, above his head.

Horus Asimand.

He had a three-dimensional face with sharp, eagle-like features, and the same bald head and eyebrows as Horus. If it weren't for the slight differences in height and clothing, one might easily mistake him for Horus.

This is due to the genetic characteristics of the Sixteenth Legion's Shadowmoon Wolves—it causes some of the implantees' appearances to gradually resemble the Primarch Horus Lupecal.

This phenomenon is known as the "Son of Horus," and Abaddon was one of them.

Asimand, on the other hand, surpassed those sons of Horus.

He looks so much like him.

Given his striking resemblance to the original Horus, he is known as "Little Horus," though this title is only used when he is in a very good mood.

Or like Torgarden, who possesses the strength and courage to face him in a simulation battle.

And that confident sense of humor.

"Ah, of course, we don't want to hear someone shout that Horus is dead, Horus is dead, and then breathe a sigh of relief when they hear that it was little Horus who died."

"What's the result?"

"The result is that they were all actually dead. Haha, just kidding."

"Actually, none of them will die."

Perhaps realizing he had gone too far, he quickly defended himself.

"Cyanos, what do you think?"

Torgarden turned his gaze toward the member of the Council of Four Kings beside him, who was continuously working on a data panel.

The four of them were Horus's most capable lieutenants and, unofficially, the second most influential figures in the Shadowmoon Wolves after Horus.

As a master of void combat in Shadowmoon Wolf, his opinion was clearly more valuable than Abaddon's, who was caught in a rage and denial.

"It's hard."

"The gap in hard power between us is hard to bridge. The orcs' evolution speed is far beyond our imagination, and the company commander's irritable temper will only exacerbate our disadvantage."

The orcs we encountered before started fighting amongst themselves before we even had a chance to engage them, unlike how clever, cunning, and united they are now.

"It sounds very feasible, especially the second half."

Torgarden nodded in agreement.

In other words, orcs don't need any tactical thinking or extra ideas at all.

With their overwhelming firepower and numerical superiority, coupled with their innate fighting spirit and enthusiasm for war, they were truly formidable opponents.

In fact, you don't need any sophisticated command; just go all out.

In other words, this group of orcs—

— Fight like Peturabo.

"So, all we can do now is keep playing this game with them?"

"There is no other good way."

"As for your advice, I think we should—trust Horus."

Believe.

The situation outside is more dire than imagined.

More and more orc warships are returning to Goron from the other planets they have ravaged.

Sensing the arrival of the biggest and coolest Waaaaagh between them and the shrimp, they surrounded the expeditionary fleet from all directions at a frantic pace.

However, this urgent and dangerous situation did not seem to affect Primarch Horus himself.

This shows that everything was within his expectations.

He is currently in the command room higher up on the bridge, waiting for them to arrive for the meeting.

—Abaddon was actually quite opposed to this approach. In his view, the fighting outside had reached a fever pitch, and a decision should be made immediately, rather than at a time for complex and lengthy military conferences.

"He seems to have raised objections to Lord Horus's ideas again."

"Ezekiel (Abaddon), you're going after the Primarch again."

do not know why.

But something seemed off about Company Commander Abaddon—he seemed increasingly inclined to oppose the Primarch Horus during the expedition, even though it was clear that Horus's approach was better.

I don't know why.

"none of your business."

Ezekiel still seems to be furious.

He shifted his shoulder joints, causing his armor to creak and clang, and his long, black braid, resembling a shaman's whip, swayed. He suddenly stood ramrod straight and attempted to envelop Cyyanus with his armored body—seemingly using his slight size advantage to assert his superiority.

He was like a child who never grew up, from beginning to end.

"There's nothing more for us to handle here. Let's go to the command center."

The discussions in the command room were no different from those in the Council of the Four Kings.

As Horus's most capable assistants, their judgment of the battle situation would not be wrong.

"What we lack most right now is firepower, or to put it more directly, we lack an entire fleet."

Faced with the orcs' almost overwhelming firepower, Serjanus hesitated for a moment before responding to Horus's smiling question with these words.

"If we had another fleet at our disposal, the only tactic that could be used to encircle and flank would be incredibly effective—the greenskin fleet would be crushed like metal caught between an anvil and a hammer."

In their eagerness to fight the shrimp, the orcs followed the retreating expeditionary fleet like madmen, completely disregarding whether their formation would be shattered at this crucial moment.

All they needed was another fleet with equally powerful firepower to complete this comeback victory.

Unfortunately, no.

"Another fleet?"

Horus, still sporting his usual smile, asked, "Do you think I can conjure one out of thin air?"

"You can't do it?" Togarden seemed to be playing along. "What a pity, that could have been a great help."

Horus smiled slightly, and Sejanus noticed that the commander seemed to be enjoying the moment, but he couldn't understand why.

Sigh, this is a solemn military meeting.

Especially with the war still in a state of uncertainty, when did Horus become such a cynical figure?

"Perhaps not now, but soon. Ms. Yin, how long?"

The Star Speaker of Vengeance, Ms. Ing Mae Sing, pulled down her hood in annoyance, revealing her gaunt face and sunken, empty eye sockets.

The Star Speaker enjoys an unparalleled, limitless vision in one world, but in return, she will be blind in the real world.

Her voice was soft and delicate, but the certainty in her words clearly reached the ears of everyone on the main deck.

"You're right here, Horus," she said, her next sentence carrying a hint of reproach, "Don't pretend you don't know."

This guy is getting more and more dramatic.

I don't know whether this is good or bad for a legion commander.

"hey-hey."

Horus gave a triumphant smile.

“I’m sorry, madam. But what are these minor dramas compared to the grandeur and magnificence I’m about to display?”

He seemed a little too excited, which was understandable given the information he received next.

"Everyone——"

"The fleet is here!"

At the same moment Horus spoke, a strong ripple erupted outside the porthole in front of the group.

Like a sharp blade cutting through, a gap suddenly appeared on the surface of the physical universe.

Amber light, shimmering with boundless brilliance, overflowed from the rift in subspace. Brighter than the sun, the light surged forth from the gap, assaulting the senses. At the same time, countless colossal warships seemed to be traversing the passage through the rift that severed space.

"That is."

Countless mortal officers, whether they were in the command room of the expeditionary fleet's flagship, the Soul of Vengeance, or the warriors on the smaller warships engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the orcs, all stared at the infinitely radiant gap with the most incredulous eyes.

And from this gap emerged countless colossal objects inlaid with gold, marble, and countless rare metal alloys from across the universe.

A colossal ship that surpasses the limits of human imagination. Its prow is formed by a magnificent, soaring, two-headed eagle, while its hull is adorned with a vast city composed of statues and temples.

【Imperial Dream】

Only the brilliance of that one could be worthy of such a powerful and magnificent warship.

A peerless hero in the universe, the liberator of mankind, and the emperor among emperors.

he came!

Cheers resounded throughout every corner of the expeditionary fleet at that moment.

Whether in a vacuum where sound cannot travel, or in a communication channel filled with countless shouts of different languages, they erupted in unison.

Emperor!

Emperor!

That's the Emperor's flagship!

We are saved!

Although not everyone, especially those born in the Voidships.

Perhaps they had never had the chance to see the Emperor and his flagship, but in this critical moment, the belief that shone in the hearts of every human being was enough to make them recognize the brilliance of what they saw.

The Emperor, the king who once saved countless beings, an absolutely invincible being.

They've come to rescue them.

With the landing of the Imperial Dream

Countless warships followed closely behind, leaping out of the subspace, accompanied by a dazzling array of expeditionary achievements around the Imperial Dream.

Even if any one of them were enough to decide the outcome of a space war, the vehicle of the Lord of Mankind would dwarf these magnificent war engines.

[Counterattack]

No one heard this signal on any of their communications broadcasts, but it seemed to explode in the hearts of every human being, inspiring everyone to fight back against the aliens before them.

"Sometimes, we humans are just as belligerent as the greens, to be honest."

At that moment, Togarden said with a smile.

The moment the Emperor appeared, a fervent flame engulfed every warrior locked in fierce combat with the orcs. Whether fighters engaged in dogfights in the void or ship escorts battling the boarding backpackers, their eyes were instantly filled with an intense desire for victory.

fighting!

The Sixteenth Army's fleet—which was originally in a state of collapse—immediately stopped its retreat and completed its reorganization at an astonishing speed.

As if they had been preparing for this for a long time, the Shadowmoon Wolf warships adjusted themselves with a high degree of tacit understanding, gathering into a warship cluster that moved in unison. In just a few minutes, the human ships that were originally scattered and isolated on the battle line were combined into an attack formation ready to be launched.

The clarion call for the counterattack is about to sound!

The boundless fighting spirit surging forth was so intense that even the warlike orc lads before them felt a little intimidated.

These shrimp are crazy!

How fanatical! I think they're even more warlike than we are!

The moment the Imperial flagship emerged from subspace, the fleet that followed it eagerly leaped into the battlefield.

A barrage of blazing spears was fired wildly at the vulnerable areas of the orc's ancient giant tail and flanks.

Countless torpedoes, accompanied by the light curtain of the macro cannons and the flashes of explosions, traced deadly trajectories in space. Amidst the dense roar of fire from the Imperial Fleet, countless cannon shots instantly incinerated orc ships, tearing them to shreds.