Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Snapped!

Thump thump thump slap slap slap—

Like balloons, the orcs were caught in the blast of Horus's palm strike.

—It exploded.

(This is more logical than throwing in an orc wizard and it explodes in the Beast Wars.)

(I would call it a storm of the soul)

With a swaying motion, the emperor finally fell to the ground from the hands of the dead orc warlord.

He glanced at the orc warlord whose brain had exploded and shattered, and unusually, disbelief appeared in the emperor's eyes.

Horus?

"what is this?"

What's this.?

Yes, what is this?

Horus also wanted to ask this question.

"My Lord?!"

As all the surrounding orcs were killed in one blow, the Imperial Guards, who had been kept at a distance by the orcs, also rushed forward.

They all seemed to think that the attack that had just killed all the orcs was clearly the Emperor's power.

Is that so?

The Emperor's long-accumulated power, intended for a counterattack, was dissipated, leaving him only able to awkwardly watch Horus and the Imperial Guard rushing towards him.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the crisis is not over yet.

The ion core is still overloaded and could explode at any moment!

"Let me do it."

Immediately afterwards, he staggered over the many orc corpses on the ground and walked toward the ion furnace core in front of him, which was constantly collapsing and disintegrating.

If the ion furnace core were to explode, they would all perish here.

Fortunately, the emperor is still alive, and he will not allow this to happen.

With a mere lift of his right hand, the ion furnace core, along with the infinite mysteries of the universe that his hand traced, was sealed away on the other side of the curtain—in subspace.

"Prepare to teleport. We'll talk about the rest when we get back."

The emperor sighed, looking at Horus, who seemed somewhat embarrassed.

The core of the furnace has already sunk into subspace, and soon the entire planet of Goron will disintegrate.

"Hopefully there won't be any problems."

The Emperor sighed, watching as the Waaaaagh field was replaced by the Centaur Gold Ring field of the Thirty Years' First Child, and the spores of the Orcs who died as a result scattered among the stars.

The Waaaaagh force field has been replaced by the Centaur Gold Ring force field, representing the first centaur of the thirty-year cycle.

If these aliens really manage to survive, the consequences are unimaginable!

The Emperor frowned.

But he no longer had the time or the ability to completely eliminate it.

The next second, a flash of light from the teleportation occurred.

He and all his soldiers disappeared into this place of turmoil.

However, in a place unnoticed by everyone, a tiny spore, barely visible to the naked eye, escaped the catastrophe and attached itself to a meteorite.

What kind of orc will it grow into in the future?

Chapter 174 Ulanno

Holy Terra

That was when Horus had just been brought back to Holy Terra from Kosonia by a group of mechanical monsters with hardly any flesh on their bodies.

Horus met his father, whom he had never imagined he would have in his life.

Emperor.

As a being with a thousand faces, we may never know what the emperor looked like in Horus's eyes. But according to Horus's interviews with the narrator, it seems that in his eyes, the angel Saint Gilles was the most emperor-like being.

Alas, Horus.

For the next thirty years, or more precisely, including the two hundred years of the Great Expedition, Horus remained by the Emperor's side, learning and growing.

Until he grew from a clueless young man from Kosonia into a capable expeditionary commander.

During this period, the emperor taught Horus a great deal.

Even after Horus acquired the Primarch's pre-loaded knowledge brain, he still found it difficult to accept the many mysteries the Emperor imparted to him.

In Horus's eyes, the emperor always seemed to be filled with infinite divinity.

His emperor was always so powerful and invincible.

His words were always full of boundless wisdom, and Horus needed to ponder each sentence for a long time to understand its meaning.

No difficulty can stop him, and no sinner can escape from his grasp.

He will never make a mistake, never.

This was always Horus's thought when he was young.

The Emperor was a perfect being, a being beyond humanity, and even a higher being than the Primarch.

He possesses a mind far more profound than that of mortals, one that is impossible for anyone to fathom, and his power is even more extraordinary: the Imperial Guard and Space Marines created by science and technology alone are beings that Horus could never and absolutely not match.

Not to mention his own powerful physical strength and vast spiritual energy—Horus could assert that there was no being as powerful as the Emperor in the entire galaxy, no, in the entire universe.

After countless years of conflict, he unified Terra, and his army is about to unite all the lost worlds in the Great Crusade, bringing humanity back together!

As a model and example for all humanity in the world and the universe, the emperor is always right.

Whether it was from the very first time he met the Emperor, or in his later studies and when he officially led the Sixteen Legions in the expedition.

Before Horus, the Emperor was always a powerful and unapproachable figure.

But now, the situation seems to be slightly different.

After receiving the signal and coordinates from the Emperor, the teleportation light flashed and enveloped everyone present.

This includes the remaining squad members who are waiting for them to come up from the surface.

And the Imperial Guards, Shadowmoon Wolf Gastrin, and the Emperor's Son who fell off the cliff one after another.

Despite the Emperor's severe injury from the mech-beast, his psychic power remains unfathomable.

Under his calculations and transmission, all the Imperial Guards, Shadow Moon Wolves, and the Emperor's Son present were teleported back to the Emperor's Dream Ship.

However, the Emperor himself does not seem to be in a very good situation at present.

Although Horus's help prevented him from being crushed to death by the orc, he was clearly not as composed as he had been when he set off:

It was a disheveled state that defied description—not only was the emperor's armor, which had once shone with unparalleled golden light, now dulled and lost its former luster amidst the orcs' blood and grime, but it was also shattered and cracked from the blows and cuts of those green-skinned aliens' weapons.

They won, but it was a Pyrrhic victory.

Horus stared blankly at the emperor who was being supported by him, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

The Emperor once again achieved victory in a new battle, just like before, but the feeling was different.

In the past, when Horus fought alongside the Emperor, he was always so calm and composed, so at ease.

In Horus's mind, the Emperor fighting alongside him in battle was more like a trial.

Always watching over him from afar, allowing him to unleash his boundless imagination in battle command and gain new combat experience.

It should never be this pathetic.

"Emperor?"

Horus called out softly, his heart filled with a mixture of doubt and disbelief.

"What's wrong, Horus?"

"No. It's nothing, Father."

"My lord, you need to rest."

“I understand,” the emperor said, waving his hand gently to indicate that the guards behind him wanted to help him back to rest. “Horus, the battle is not over.”

The battle is far from over.

“But the Greenskins will never recover from such a devastating blow,” Horus said with a sense of bewilderment. “They are already broken—it will be at least several thousand years before humans can see the beasts rise again.”

“I sincerely hope you are right, my son. But the reality is more complicated and more critical: the Tianlong Star Sector is nothing more than an exclave.”

"They belong to the largest orc empire ever formed, and they are the biggest obstacle to the continuation of the Great Crusade."

The Emperor smiled at Horus, a smile that made Horus's heart skip a beat: "We are about to launch an unprecedented war—right here in Ulanor. All the honor and victory will be yours to claim, my son."

"It is obligatory."

Horus knelt on one knee.

With the help of the Imperial Guard, the Emperor slowly left the deck of the Imperial Dream before Horus's eyes and walked toward the cabin at the bow.

Horus was somewhat stunned as he watched the Emperor and the royal guards walk away.

The being that was originally countless times taller than him, radiating golden light that could blind others, now appeared so hunched over.

It's not quite the same as the emperor in Horus's memory.

He thought to himself.

Was that really him, the emperor Horus had always worshipped, the father he had always revered?

Even at the very end, Horus could hardly believe what had just happened.

Is the Emperor really that weak? He can't even defeat a mech-beast?

Or perhaps the Emperor himself has always been like this, only he—Horus—has become stronger?

That was also the first time Horus realized that the Emperor was not as powerful as he had imagined.

He is also someone who can be defeated.

Although Horus would not allow this to happen.

Emperors are not always right.

Bladestorm.

This flagship, belonging to Chagatai Khan, the ruler of the Fifth Legion, possesses a speed and instantaneous acceleration unmatched by any other Glory Queen in the world.

This is the Khan's guerrilla philosophy—speed is always the top priority in all metrics.

But when Horus performed the Centaur Rings before him, Chagatai Khan, who had made an excuse to leave, watched the instantaneous acceleration of the flagship and once again marveled at the foresight of the previous design.

Luckily, I ran fast.

Fortunately, the Primarch who boarded the Bladestorm this time was neither Horus nor one of those delusional guys that the Khan hated.

"Welcome, my brother! What good news have you brought me?"

The Khan smiled and walked forward with his arms outstretched. Perhaps his relationship with the other Primarch brothers was rather cold, and many people were not willing to get to know the Khan better.

However, you should still be a little more enthusiastic in your performance.

As he spoke, he stepped forward and embraced the giant wearing blue power armor inlaid with gold.

Robbout Guilliman, ruler of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, commands the largest legion in the Great Crusade, but also the most bloated in the Khan's eyes—the Ultramarines.

"This is a message from the Emperor."

Robert Barrett still had a furrowed brow and looked deep in thought.

"He will send us to the Ulanor system to join Horus and Fugrim in a campaign to annihilate the orc empire there."

The Ultramarines Legion and the White Scars Legion are the new reinforcements that the Emperor has deployed in his fight against the Orcish Empire.