Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

They all have a history of using friendly forces as human shields to withstand the first wave of attacks.

During the Battle of Gadinar, Phyllis's decision to send the Ultramarines to the front lines drew the ire of Guilliman.

As for Horus, his actions towards the Raven Guards caused Corax to angrily curse him on the spot.

Everything was done.

The intense competition between the two has made the Primarch on the other side worry whether his Legion will suffer the same fate in the future.

Despite all fighting for the same goal, rifts and factions have emerged within the legion.

If any one of them becomes a War Commander, it will not be good news for the future Great Expedition.

A third path must be explored.

As an emperor, the best choice is to abandon the two whose struggle has reached a fever pitch and choose a third trustworthy Primarch who is capable of becoming a Warmaster.

He/She must be able to coordinate the two factions, the Dutch and the Philippine, while ensuring that he/she is well-liked by both the Primarch and the Empire.

Furthermore, they need to possess the political skills to coordinate various forces, their legions must be of a certain size, and their own strength must be able to play a decisive role.

Due to multiple factors, almost no Primarch can meet the Emperor's requirements.

The Lion King has a very poor reputation and is not well-liked.

Angels are too soft-hearted; although they are very charming, their political skills are too weak.

She is better suited as a ruler than a warlord.

After much deliberation, the Emperor decided to have Fugrim participate in the Uranus campaign as well, to test her suitability.

The result was very satisfactory to him—Forgrim not only did an excellent job of assisting the other two legions, but even killed the orc warlord leader of Ulanor on his own.

Now even his personal strength has reached Old Man Huang's standard.

Most of the planets conquered by Fugrim were recaptured through diplomatic means, and the facilities on those planets were all preserved intact.

Even their relationship with the Cult of Mechanics was valued by the Martian Forging General because the Imperial Legion frequently developed useful gadgets and Fugrim himself possessed forging skills that were also very strong.

A near-perfect candidate.

Moreover, in the Emperor's eyes, she also had Casca protecting her.

Whether it was the Emperor or the remaining Primarchs who were willing to travel to Uranor to participate in the celebration, they all supported Vograim's assistance to the Primarchs during the Great Crusade over the past two hundred years, whether it was helping them successfully heal the Legion's internal flaws or allowing them to escape the doom they were destined to suffer.

In short, with Kasgar's help, Fugrim's reputation among the Primarchs has long surpassed that of Felluth and Horus, becoming the greatest common denominator among all Primarchs.

Even those who are indifferent to the position of Warmaster will choose to cast their vote for Fugrim after experiencing the help of the Imperial Princes during the Great Crusade.

Even Philus was no exception.

Although she felt that her Iron Hand Legion was indeed stronger, without the assistance of the Second Company Commander of the Emperor's Son, they might be much weaker in terms of intelligence gathering and main assassination tactics.

The highest good is like water.

Although the Imperial Prince Legion is not outstanding in any aspect, their perfect coordination allows them to cooperate with all other legions during expeditions, achieving a synergy greater than the sum of its parts. This level of coordination is something that the mechanized forces of the Iron Hand cannot achieve.

With her versatile support abilities, like a perfect puzzle piece, coupled with the dedication she displayed in the Battle of Ulanor, it seems that, though she is reluctant to admit it, Vograim and her Legion are more trustworthy than she and the Iron Hand.

Perhaps Fugrim herself is indeed a bit too much like a peacock who likes to show off, but it must be said that her impressive battle record and legion management ability are enough to give her the right to be proud.

While pride can sometimes be a flaw, well-founded self-praise is not pride, but rather confidence.

It could be said that while he was busy traveling back and forth in Kasgar, making unimaginable contributions to the Empire's Great Crusade, he had transformed Fugrim's arrogance into humility.

Basically, the Emperor's proposal to appoint Fulgrim as Warmaster was supported by almost everyone.

Except for Horus.

"If Fugrim becomes a Warmaster, then my Centaur Ring, my Centaur Ring!"

That's all!

With a snap, Horus fell to the ground and did not get up for a long time.

"My centaur gold ring."

He remained locked in his room on the Soul of Vengeance and did not come out.

The Ulanno Festival opened smoothly as expected.

At the Emperor's request, Uranor was transformed into a trophy world, designated as the laureate star on all star maps and tax records. It would become a place of glory and wonder, not only commemorating the conquest of humanity's enemies but also serving as a grander symbol of the Great Crusade itself.

(Hopefully they don't know this place will one day become Hakimidorton.)

This symbolized the beginning of a great era for the human empire, naturally attracting countless warships of the human empire to dock near the main star system of Ulanno. The massive fleet returning from the Great Expedition thus gathered for the first time on this incomparably glorious planet.

If it weren't for concerns that the flagship's excessive mass would disrupt the gravitational tidal forces of the Ulanno main star, the evacuated void ships, if all remained in near-Earth orbit, would have been enough to blot out the sun over Ulanno.

Humanity, a race that has endured countless hardships and traumas, a civilization that once created something even more glorious, but which was ultimately scattered and gradually declined and perished in the warp storm, can finally proudly declare its revival today!

Under the unification of the great human emperor who appeared out of nowhere, they were reunited; with faith in the future and the future, humanity, under the emperor's great leadership, finally broke free from the oppression of the aliens and reclaimed one lost world after another in the galaxy.

They will be strong again, they will be strong forever!

Until death, until the end of the galaxy, humanity will no longer be oppressed or driven by other races. From then on, humanity will stand forever in the galaxy!

The intricately patterned pavilions, forged from black marble and heavy granite, were constructed modularly in Terra and other Forged worlds before being transported here by envoys across the void.

This is a great masterpiece from the Sage of Mechanics.

Pillars adorned with orc skulls stood scattered along the main road, with smokeless promethium braziers placed in front of them, their blue-white flames illuminating the entire thoroughfare day and night without ceasing.

After the Mechanicus had completed their work, the Imperial Guard and the Titan Legion, who had fought on all sides during the Great Crusade, participated in the assembly.

As the cannons roared and colorful ribbons fluttered, everyone's attention was drawn to the parade ground, which was as wide as the foundation of a city.

The first thing to appear is a sea of ​​armor and uniforms.

The number of Imperial Army troops composed of mortals is countless.

Their procession was so large that even the city-wide reviewing stand seemed somewhat cramped.

At the very front of the procession, those soldiers who proudly stood tall and accepted the inspection were all warriors who had participated in the Battle of Ulano—they were selected for their heroic deeds and awarded a unique honor—the Triumph Medal made of agate and gold worn on their uniforms.

This medal, forged from melted shell casings retrieved from the battlefield, serves as proof of a family's glory for a thousand, even ten thousand years.

Behind them, the Titan Order's massive war machine stood tall beneath the sky torn apart by the contrails of a thousand close-in weapon fighters, and above that, an overwhelming array of fighter jets—flying left and right in the parade, leaving magnificent contrails in the sky with superb skill.

Above that, in the thin air of Ulanno, the Void Ships were gliding past on near-Earth orbits at a speed that appeared as slow as possible, but was actually very fast, displaying their beautiful hulls in a gesture of loyalty, eliciting another gasp from the visitors who had never seen such magnificent warships before.

Then came the most powerful and accomplished legion of the human empire in the expedition.

Leading them were ten of the most powerful demigods among humans.

Primarch.

There are eighteen Primarchs who created the greatest army in history by human hands.

Apart from the seven Primarchs who are currently serving the Empire elsewhere in the galaxy, the remaining eleven have arrived with their legions.

(The original story has nine Primarchs, but Guilliman is not included. Although it is unclear why Guilliman fought the entire match in Ulanor but did not attend the ceremony, it is likely that the story was retconned and Guilliman was not included here. In addition, there are eleven Primarchs in total, including the random female student.)

(Perhaps it's because they're too ambitious.)

Mortalian and his silent, olive-green legion of the dead led the way; behind them was Horus, the god of the wolf shepherds, though he seemed to be giving a wry smile; Magnus, the Crimson Lord, the enigmatic and towering Primarch, followed closely behind with his legion.

Then came Loka Aurelion, a quiet and profound fanatical believer; Angron, on the other hand, did not seem very happy, as if he questioned the extravagance of the ceremony—something he often did after his return.

But no matter how much he protested, Dorn remained steadfast. The Imperial Fist, with its unwavering will and focused dedication, always obeyed orders and remained steadfast in its duty. Behind him stood the Steppe Eagle Khan, his robes adorned with furs, his magnificent armor inscribed with the legendary tales of the White Scar Legion in bold, flowing calligraphy.

The Iron Hand Legion of Naphlus has a mechanical beauty to it—they've always been popular among the Martian sages, sometimes even rivaling the toaster in popularity.

The largest legion, led by Robbant Guilliman, followed meticulously behind; then came the Saint Gilles, surrounded by Blood Angels, their white wings fluttering amidst the golden-armored honor guards of the Blood Guard.

At the very end of the procession stood the glorious, purple-gold perfect warriors, led by Fugrim.

They fought alongside almost all the Primarch Legions during the Great Crusade, cooperating with them in perfect tactical coordination.

A great legion that disregards fame and fortune in order to achieve its expeditionary goals.

It was thanks to their assistance and coordination that Horus and Philus were able to compete for the position of Warmaster on Ulanor.

At the same time, it was the Primarch's own powerful strength that brought an end to this sibling rivalry.

Fugrim will be bestowed with a brand new honor, a title never before granted to any of its kind.

A title that will forever bear the mark of her name.

From the moment the parade grounds of Ulano were illuminated by the starlight until they reached midday, the grand military parade continued.

Meanwhile, in the very center of the palace, which was surrounded by the great Primarchs, Emperors, and the Guardians, the celebrations were taking place outside.

The moment when Fugrim was crowned Warmaster was forever captured in the paintings of the greatest artists from all of Terra, and even the entire galaxy.

Amidst the praise and agreement of almost all the Primarchs (except Horus!), Fugrim stepped forward with a smile to receive the golden laurel wreath bestowed upon him by the Emperor.

As for Kasgar, he was standing behind Fugrim, trailing the gold and red cloak that symbolized the honor of a Warmaster.

"You should strive to unite with your brothers and sisters to plan great things together."

"Never let arrogance or spoiling grow."

The Emperor spoke in a booming, high-gothic voice as he placed the golden laurel wreath on Fugrim's head.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After donning the magnificent golden crown symbolizing the Warmaster, Fugrim once again took the platinum chain from the Emperor and hung it around his neck, upon which rested a sapphire cut in the shape of the Eye of Terra.

This medal is a symbol of military rank and status.

In this glorious moment, accompanied by Kasgar's wry smile, Fugrim officially became the Imperial Warmaster who could control everything in the Great Crusade.

"Well, that's fine too. At least I won't have to see the Emperor put the centaur gold ring on Horus's finger!"

Kaska consoled himself with this thought.

Although the shift in the timeline was unexpected, sometimes misfortune can turn into a blessing in disguise.

But he didn't expect that Forgrim's coronation as Warmaster would not mean the end of the celebration ceremony.

After the chroniclers had all left satisfied, only the Primarch Guard and Macardo remained during the entire celebration.

Horus.

The emperor's words were filled with helplessness: "Come forward."

"Ah I?"

Horus stepped forward, somewhat bewildered.

He had been worried that the Emperor might give his centaur gold ring, which he had treasured for countless years, to Vograim as a gift from the Warmaster.

If that's really the case, then he'll literally spin into the sky and explode on the spot.

But now, after completing the coronation ceremony of Vorgrim, the Emperor has turned to himself. Does this mean...?

Could it be that——?

The Emperor sighed.

"This is a reward for your two hundred years of glory and diligence."

He reached out and removed Horus's left-hand armor, pulling out the ancient gold ring he had hidden in his palm.

The golden centaur design on the ring has not deteriorated with age; it remains lifelike.

Then, the Emperor placed it on the little finger of Horus's left hand, who was speechless with shock and emotion.

Horus had longed for the Centaur's gold ring for countless years.

Can he refuse to give it to him?

The emperor had long understood Horus's character perfectly.

If they don't give it to us, we'll rebel!

“Philus, I have deciphered the Dark Age technology we discussed last time, and I have already transferred its data to your Iron Fist array.”

"Magnus, this book."

Unlike the glorious and solemn coronation ceremony just now, it was as if a father was distributing long-awaited Christmas gifts to his children, and each Primarch received his own share.

It's like a kind old father who, after the real expedition has ended, has put down all his burdens and is giving gifts to his children.

As the Emperor reluctantly bestowed gifts upon the Primarchs, Macardo, standing beside him, grinned from ear to ear, his wrinkled face crinkling into amusement, seemingly enjoying the lively moment.

If anyone was unhappy about this, it would most likely be Constantine Waldo, the commander of the Imperial Guard standing behind the emperor. His expression was somewhat subtle; he seemed to be trying to appear happy, but the occasional hints of dissatisfaction at the corners of his mouth revealed his inner envy.