Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

It is a planet that was "molded" by the orcs using the powerful gravity of the ion furnace core to attract a huge amount of waste and garbage.

The planet's core is the spherical chamber containing the ion furnace, which acts like a magnet, attracting various impurities that make up the planet's surface.

This is also why Goron does not have a fixed orbit for revolution and rotation.

In other words, this thing is actually more like a mountain formation than a planet.

However, because of its enormous size and mass, and its spherical shape that lacks any aesthetic appeal or technological sophistication, it appears to outsiders as a planet.

Its weakness lies in the ion core at its center—destroying this thing will cause the Orc planet to disintegrate automatically.

"A very bold guess. What did the Emperor say? Did he agree with Casca's point of view?"

Kasgar's words were indeed sensational before people had even seen the Battle Moon.

"Yes, it may seem unbelievable, but the Emperor truly believes that this is our goal."

"Moreover, he will soon arrive at the Vengeance Soul again to complete the assembly."

A few hours later.

What a familiar scene!

Horus, standing on the deck of the Vengeance Soul to greet the Emperor, couldn't help but think this.

It felt like I had just experienced it not long ago.

Oh right, how come the Emperor's Son and Fugrim are also on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit?

When did it come?

Chapter 173 The Three Wonders of the Lotus Emperor

Kosonia.

Dark blue and gray.

He didn't have this name in Horus; he had no name and didn't deserve one.

In his youth, he searched for a way out on this planet—any way that would allow him to survive: from the planet's deepest depths, at the very bottom of a dark mine, he witnessed mentally deranged madmen and crippled cripples, waiting alone for death.

Kosonia is filled with death and people rushing toward death.

But he refused to simply disappear.

Even without a name, without abilities, and without even knowing how he came to be in this world, he still chose to continue living.

As long as you live, there is hope.

He even dared to venture deep beneath the damp mass graves of the Kosonia Bottom Nest, sneaking up beside the bloodthirsty gut diviner.

Those sharp bone-scraping knives and the cloak adorned with entrails were only inches away from him.

Kosonia has always been a nightmare for him.

Every turn could conceal an unspeakable terror. The claustrophobic tunnels are perpetually dark, their only light coming from the flickering glow of magma fissures. The air is thick with smog, enough to poison the lungs and ravage the spirit.

A petty thug who has lost everything, or rather, never had anything at all, tries to find a sliver of hope in this hellish place.

He has many hidden agendas; in a place like this, it's impossible not to be wary of others.

He was also very good at talking and knew how to please people with just a few words—because he had no power, and in this dog-eat-dog world, if his underlings couldn't even say a few nice words, then they really had no value whatsoever.

We will only see his body on the street the next day.

Since he could remember, this opportunistic hoodlum, trying to survive in the gang, had never felt even the slightest bit of warmth from anyone or anything.

He had thought about giving up, about how his life might have no future in this mundane world. It wasn't his fault, but that's just how cruel reality is.

Hope does not exist in Kosonia.

It is in the starry sky that cannot be seen from the bottom of that nest.

That was something a nobody could never hope for.

But everything was so strange, so sudden.

Like the most beautiful and indescribable dream, in an instant, he possessed power and wisdom that he had never dared to imagine before, and he also had his own name.

Horus Lupercal.

He was then taken back to Holy Terra by the tech priest who rushed to the scene.

On that day, Horus met the Emperor.

The deck of the Vengeance Soul.

What Horus saw before him was the largest teleportation array he had ever seen in his life.

Their next move was self-evident—the unknown force field on the orc planet was difficult to break through, and their core lay in the ion furnace at its very center. Clearly, the best approach was to send an elite squad directly deep into it.

Destroy the ion core, forcing the planet to disintegrate.

"The Shadowmoon Wolves are all ready!"

Horus proudly proclaimed before the Emperor, as he and the elite veterans from the first company behind him stood simultaneously in the teleportation array.

"Horus, come here quickly."

"Our advance team is about to set off."

The Emperor said.

Horus could sense that the other party's tone was extremely gentle and friendly, just like the thirty years he had spent with the Emperor.

In these thirty years and the more than two hundred years of future expeditions, they have always fought side by side.

Horus did not speak, or perhaps he felt that speaking at this moment would be superfluous.

A dazzling white light flashed, accompanied by the Emperor and his Imperial Guard, along with the Primarchs and veterans of the Third Company. Then came a dizzying sense of disorientation, as if the entire world was distorting before their eyes.

The next moment, the white light in front of them gradually disappeared, and something new appeared before their eyes.

That was the stench of orcs, the filthy, broken world filled with piles of rusted steel.

Accompanied by the stench of blood and sand, they and the beastmen who were handling them exuded a foul stench as if they had never been cleaned.

The orcs, clad in patchwork, rusty armor and fastened to their limbs with belts and bolts, gaped wide-eyed at the sudden, unreasonable arrival of these creatures.

"Uhhhhh!!!"

What initially erupted was not fighting spirit, but panic.

They never imagined that the incredibly powerful big shot from Shrimp would teleport right to their faces and slaughter them indiscriminately.

"Tear them apart!"

The Emperor roared, and his battle cry instantly echoed across the entire wasteland. The Imperial Guard behind him acted swiftly—the instant the order was given, these most loyal warriors of the Emperor charged towards the scattered orc soldiers, easily scattering them.

The roar even made the originally brave and fearless orcs timid and forced them to flee in panic.

Immediately afterwards, the emperor began to brandish the sharp blade in his hand.

Swish!

One moment he had just beheaded a group of green-skinned beastmen; the next second, he appeared elsewhere, casually taking the lives of a large group of orcs.

No one knew whether he was using psychic teleportation or whether his speed was so fast that no one could detect him.

Like the sharpest dagger, the Emperor's Sword tore through the enemy ranks. Wherever it went, orc limbs flew everywhere.

But the emperor's power is not limited to swordsmanship.

In the raised claw of his other hand, a ball of golden flame burned, and anything that came into contact with this flame instantly turned into explosive debris and ashes.

Immediately afterward, as the surrounding orcs reacted and prepared to regroup, he released an invisible force field that crushed the large group of orcs into dust; the overwhelming rain of bullets was all turned into smoke and dust with a single thought.

So, you're into psionic powers too!

As the Emperor unleashed his psychic power to wreak havoc, Kaska, who was following closely behind the Emperor alongside the Imperial Guard, stared wide-eyed.

This was the first time he had seen the Emperor participate in battle up close, and the first time he had discovered that the Imperial Truth had already become the most worthless piece of trash long before the Astartes Codex.

No, isn't this going a bit too far?

It emitted golden light, burned golden flames, and also involved teleportation, crushing pressure fields, and decomposition.

His emperor used psionic energy on the battlefield as naturally as breathing!

Does this imperial truth still hold even the slightest bit of persuasiveness, I ask you?

I initially thought Magnus was abusing his psionic powers and daring to talk back to the Emperor; he was truly ungrateful.

Unexpectedly, the top set an example for the bottom.

Then he thought of himself—when he used his spiritual power to heal the sick and save people, he had to be careful not to be discovered by the emperor, and he was afraid that he would suffer the same misfortune as those two prisoners the next second.

Looking back, the Emperor was there, gleaming with golden light, wreathing in his hands with psionic fire, wreaking havoc in all directions.

The sky is falling.

Sometimes, when someone punctures the toilet, it's not necessarily Magnus's fault.

"Emperor!"

But of course, this meant nothing to Horus.

Horus had fought alongside the Emperor countless times, spanning centuries, but each time he witnessed his father's heroic figure on the battlefield, Horus was still deeply moved.

The ability to skillfully utilize psionic energy only demonstrates the emperor's own power!

Of course, he's different from Magnus, who only knows how to abuse psionic power.

But as the Emperor and Horus advanced toward their designated positions, more and more elite orc squads began to unleash their firepower from all directions of the rubble mountain.

As the intensity of the battle escalated, the elite squads following the Emperor began to suffer losses.

The arcs of artillery fire swept across almost every inch of the land.

The Gastrin Terminators surrounded Horus, while the Black Armor Terminators formed a wedge-shaped attack, carving a path through the sea of ​​green-skinned warriors.

Abaddon led this company of elite veterans, who were the pride and symbol of the Shadowmoon Wolves.

At that very moment, a company commander was using his shoulder to brace against a powerful orc: he gathered his strength and then delivered a powerful punch to the orc.

The twin bolters beneath the gauntlets roared wildly, unleashing a rain of death that imploded within the enemy's body at the closest possible distance.

The orcs who can now get close to them amidst a hail of bullets are no ordinary creatures.

Those powerful orcs, whose muscles were even partially replaced by steel, were even larger than their original forms, and their strength was not to be underestimated.

Orc's Oist!

"Roar!"

As yet another Iron Orc pounced on him, Horus had no choice but to focus all his attention on the Greenskin in front of him.

As the intensity of the battle continued to escalate, most of the originally excellent equipment in the hands of the vanguard was destroyed.

Horus's power armor was no longer visible as its original moon white color due to being soaked in a large amount of orc blood and internal organs.

His explosive pistol was crawling with unknown alien mechanical insects. These bizarre creatures could instantly detonate the explosive rounds in the magazine, making it clearly unusable.

Only the power sword in his hand remained by his side.

However, after splitting open the skulls of so many Iron Orcs, it seems that the time left for companionship is running out.

This must be resolved as soon as possible.

Otherwise, they would only be swallowed up by the ever-growing orc army.

As if he had heard their call, the Emperor's expression hardened. After slaying yet another orc who had charged into our ranks, he plunged the psionic greatsword, which was radiating golden light, into the ground.

An unimaginable explosion, accompanied by a deafening roar, rose from the core of the earth.

"We are here—"

"The gravitational field holding this broken planet together has gone out of control."

The emperor explained.

"Goron is disintegrating."

Seeing that there wasn't enough time for them to find the entrance to the ion furnace core, the Emperor chose to accomplish everything in a simpler way.

A single psionic shock capable of penetrating the entire surface of the earth directly overloaded it without any regard for anything else.