Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"What's the result?"

Horus asked, somewhat incredulously.

Boom!

At the same moment, the ground beneath their feet began to twist and deform—the steel floor, several meters thick, was torn apart like a thin sheet of paper, and violent, greasy gas and paste-like substances sprayed out from these cracks.

The orcs' steel fortress began to collapse inwards, with large chunks of debris and rocks raining down from above. The ground began to crack, and the unbalanced Royal Guards, Gastalin, and orcs fell into the massive fissures, plummeting towards the scorching core of the shattered world.

"Emperor!"

In Horus's horrified eyes, the emperor fell right before his eyes into the abyss that had collapsed.

"No!"

An indescribable sense of dread instantly overwhelmed Horus, just as the Emperor was about to leave him and fall into that unseen abyss.

At that very moment, without the slightest hesitation, Horus leaped into the rift where the Emperor had vanished. His actions were utterly decisive, showing no regard for his own safety: at that moment, his only thought was to catch up with his father.

You jump, I jump!

As the Imperial Guards silently followed the Emperor into the pit in droves, he jumped in as well.

"Soldiers of the Third Army Corps, hold the line!"

With the front-line soldiers all falling into the deep pit in front of them during the earthquake, only Fugrim could command the remaining soldiers.

Although the ion core on the planet Goron was easily overloaded by the Emperor's casual strike, it was not so simple to disintegrate the entire planet.

Fortunately, the orcs' fortress was also mostly destroyed in the earthquake.

With their offensive weakened, they were finally able to catch their breath and rest a little.

"Horus and the Emperor... they're gone, and quite a few Imperial Guard units and Shadowmoon Wolves have fallen into this pit."

"Our communication systems are either infected by mechanical insects or malfunctioning, making it completely impossible to contact them."

"Alright, now notify all companies to guard this area and prevent other orcs from entering. Technical sergeants, prepare to explore the pit."

Fugrim swiftly gave the order.

"Also, notify our airships to provide support and prepare to transport us back."

As the rearguard of the group, the Emperor's son and Gastrin, who were at the forefront, were less affected by the attack than the Imperial Guard.

Having barely survived a battle that shattered the heavens and earth, now they have to deal with those two flirting...

Please allow Fugrim to describe the Emperor and Horus as flirting.

It's rare for a Furym to judge whether others are flirting, but it seems even a Furym is hesitant to comment on the bond between Horus and the Emperor.

That's a bit too much, really.

Only the abyss before them, the gravitational gap created by the Emperor's spiritual power, remained in their sight.

Fugrim: "."

You mean they didn't fall, but jumped down together?

After the Emperor descended, the Imperial Guard and Horus followed the Emperor in a "you jump, I jump" manner, while Abaddon led the Gastrins in a "you jump, I jump" manner.

A human centipede, right?

Sigh, the Centaur gold ring.

Fugrim stared at the gap and thought to himself, speechless.

When will Horus be able to mature a little like her, so that he doesn't just—

At that very moment, Casca came to her side.

"We must provide them with support immediately."

He looked at the pit in front of him, and then prepared to jump forward.

"Wait--"

Before Fugrim could stop him, Kasgar darted to the edge of the giant pit, about to leap down like Horus had before him.

"Casca!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Fugrim jumped in, just like Horus and the Imperial Guard before her.

"Hello? Lord Fugrim?"

"Is anyone there, Lady Fugrim? Reply if received! We are ready to teleport—"

"What? What do you mean they all jumped too?"

Due to the failure of the furnace core, even though they were in a bottomless abyss, their descent speed was gradually slowing down as the gravity weakened.

Although it sounds terrifying, the first emperors and royal guards to fall were not actually seriously injured—especially Horus, who was still descending and maneuvering around the planetary structures that were disintegrating as gravity dissipated.

He pierced the metal wall with his fist, his five fingers gripping the wall like hooks to slow his descent and leave a long trail of deep scratches on the wall.

After falling for an unknown amount of time using this strategy, he suddenly felt an overwhelming force grab his body and pull him down violently.

The sudden force caused him to fall uncontrollably, but he managed to adjust his falling posture at the last moment without serious injury.

Finally, with a loud bang, the impact of Horus's fall created a crater in the ground.

"here it is"

Looking around, he found himself in an extremely spacious, spherical chamber.

Countless enormous copper spheres floated inside the giant chamber, with bolts of lightning leaping between them.

The copper sphere and the lightning bolts are interconnected, leading to a vast energy vortex at the very center, surging with boiling and frenzied ionic flames.

Ion furnace core.

It seems Kasgar's prophecy was right again; this is indeed the place where the orc manufacturing base, Goron, is located.

"Emperor!"

By the way, where is the Emperor?!

The next moment, Horus, who had been nervously looking around, finally found the Emperor's figure—he was radiating a bright light, a bright light that Horus could feel, right here.

Everything is fine with him.

However, the Emperor was also in danger: he was fighting a surging tide of beasts—an unimaginable number and strength of orcs were besieging him.

Those greenskins were in no way inferior to the Primarchs in physique, and the largest of them was even larger. Even Horus had to bitterly admit that the size of that greenskin was so enormous that even the Emperor could not defeat it by brute force alone.

Those truly powerful orc warlords were actually hiding inside this Goron!

They guarded the ion core, preventing the Emperor, who sought to destroy it, from advancing even an inch.

But the Emperor still has him, and Horus!

Just as the Emperor was struggling to withstand the onslaught of the large orcs, Horus roared and charged into the battlefield to fight alongside him.

Even though his power sword was almost completely destroyed in the battle against the Iron Canned Orcs, he still bravely charged forward and stood beside the Emperor.

In that instant, Horus saw the relief in the other's eyes.

But the moment Horus's gaze fell upon the orcs fighting the Emperor, he was plunged into a prolonged despair.

It was an indescribably terrifying behemoth—its six giant mechanical limbs were shoved into the flesh of the mech-beast like crabs.

Each one is a deadly weapon: pincers, saw, hammer, claws, lightning, and fire.

In a battle of this intensity, the emperor's crown had long since been reduced to ashes in the flames.

Attacks from six different directions, each with varying intensity, made the mech-beasts' offensive almost unbearable for anyone.

Even if the emperor were to use every ounce of his power, employing all his combat skills and mobilizing every ounce of available spiritual energy...

But it couldn't reverse its decline.

Click.

Amidst the great orc's wicked laughter, the emperor's next sword strike was blocked and deflected, while the giant pincer in his other hand gripped the human lord's neck.

In the next moment, he lifted the Lord of Humanity into the air and prepared to exert his strength to crush his prey.

"No!"

Horus's eyes were bloodshot. He had destroyed all his weapons in the previous battle, and now he had nothing in his hands except a broken power sword that had no electricity.

How can the desperate Primarch prevent the Emperor from being crushed?

Horus had no answer.

Emperor!

"—Thoughts of the Emperor Fist, thoughts flowing like a spring!!!"

Without any warning or preparation, Horus suddenly extended his left fist toward the mech orc.

Right now, he's acting entirely on instinct.

But it was this power, which came from an unknown source, and these skills, which were born from an unknown source, that became Horus's only lifeline at this moment.

The orc warlord stared in astonishment at Horus, who had his eyes closed and was throwing a punch.

Orc warlord: "?"

This punch was powerful and heavy.

Within the golden light of that punch, even the orc armor that an emperor could hardly break was dented and shattered by his punch, with blood seeping out.

The orc warlord staggered in pain, but his giant pincers remained firmly gripping the Emperor, not loosening their grip even slightly.

It's effective, but not enough!

Not enough to save the Emperor!

He must become stronger, stronger, stronger!

not enough!

Not enough, not enough, not enough!!!

We must continue!!!

—Next move!

"The Emperor's Sword! I will never forget it!!!"

Horus's half-broken power sword seemed to be enveloped in a golden force field of light. In the next instant, he closed his eyes, raised it high behind his head, and then leaped and slashed at the mech orc in front of him.

bass!

Like a hot knife cutting into a block of butter, the helmet, which was originally incredibly hard, could not withstand Horus's power in the slightest, and was thus plunged straight into the orc warlord's forehead.

The opponent roared in pain, his massive body swaying wildly as if trying to get rid of the broken power sword stuck in his head.

Or perhaps he was driven mad by the illusion of thirty years, the return of the first child, the centaur, and the gold ring that was constantly playing out in his head.

Still not enough!

The orc warlord may perish in this attack, but at the same time, the force of his giant pincers on the Emperor has also increased significantly.

He wanted to die together with the emperor!

Horus kept his eyes closed, but he could sense that the crisis was not over.

He needs one more strike, just one more!

With a single blow, he annihilated that huge and disgusting orc warlord, and with a single blow, he brought the Emperor back into his arms!

One strike!!!

"—Lotus Emperor's Palm, for all eternity!"

Snapped.

It wasn't just him, an orc warlord, but also countless powerful greenskins surrounding and besieging him.

My brain exploded.

Horus's final strike was filled with his endless reveries and memories of the centaur, the gold ring, the thirty years, the return of the first son, and his love for the emperor.

This is not just an attack on a single orc, but an invasion of the Waaaaagh force field of this entire orc population!

At this moment, regardless of who those orc warlords were, their Waaaaagh force fields were completely replaced by the force field of the Centaur Gold Ring of the First Son of Thirty Years!