Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Lion King, a serious old man, is now the center-level builder, probably here to discuss strategic and tactical arrangements?

Or is it that he couldn't help but slap Nemir earlier, and his hand is still sore from the impact?

"According to him, he came with Luther to the Phoenix Theater on the Emperor's Pride to see a play."

"What? Repeat that. What's he doing at our flagship?"

Casca was stunned.

Am I right?

The sleek black and red shuttle traversed the boundless universe and finally landed on the helipad of the brightly colored flagship with its wine-red hue.

Legion soldiers and honor guards from the Third Legion's Sons of the Emperor, along with Primarch Vograine and her companion Kasgar, were waiting at the boarding gate for this rare guest.

“This is a very kind invitation, Ryan.”

As the shuttle door opened and the giant in black armor stepped out, Fugrim quipped, "I never thought the lion would ever think highly of our art."

It seems the lion didn't bring many people with him this time.

Apart from Luther, a few Terminator Knights who served as his personal guards, and Nemir who followed the Lion King wherever he went, the Lion King had no other followers.

"Please forgive my previous shallow thinking, Forgrim sisters."

Ryan replied somewhat embarrassedly, "But I heard today that even the Horus brothers really enjoy your plays, which makes me yearn to see them."

Since Horus promoted it throughout the entire legion after reading it, it must have some merit!

"That's right! That's right!"

"Are you also here for the great [Centaur Gold Ring]?"

Fugrim nodded excitedly.

“Come on, Ryan brothers.”

"The Phoenix Grand Theatre is waiting for you."

She smiled and gestured forward.

Phoenix Grand Theatre.

This is the central part of the Emperor's Pride, and it is one of the few facilities in the entire Sons of the Emperor Legion, and even in all the Astartes Legions, that can provide entertainment for the Legion's warriors and even servants.

The Imperial Pride carried a large number of artists, chroniclers and poets from Holy Terra as they traveled to every corner of the galaxy.

Their observations and experiences, as well as the cultural learning from different planets, were transformed into beautiful poems, paintings, and plays by their talented minds, and performed and spread throughout the Phoenix Grand Theatre and other human worlds.

An unimaginable artistic achievement.

Some legions may not approve of the Emperor's Son's behavior of wasting resources on other things.

But as the Emperor believed, humans are the pinnacle of creation, not merely machines capable of carrying out actions. Our Astartes warriors are not emotionless killing machines either.

If their emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, cannot be fully released after the war, they are likely to accumulate and eventually lead to bitter consequences.

Now, Fugrim and Kasgar lead Lane deeper into the Phoenix Theatre.

As for the other dark angels, they were led by the Emperor's Son Commander to their seats in the vast theater.

Fifteen minutes ago.

The Emperor's Pride

"I never expected the lion to choose to come to the theater, and specifically ask for the Centaur Gold Ring. What is he trying to do?"

Unable to make up her mind, Kasgar sought advice from Fugrim.

This is too weird.

This made Casca somewhat hesitant to act rashly.

Horus, who normally only uttered the name of the Centaur Ring when in a state of madness, inadvertently learned of the existence of this dramatic event.

It went from a momentary fit of madness to a constant state of madness.

Kaska doesn't want to see the Lion King become like that!

If that's the case, he might as well go and blow up Caliban himself.

"What are your thoughts, Fugrim?"

"Thoughts?"

"Eh!"

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her: "I have a great idea!"

Luther followed behind the Emperor's sons with some trepidation.

In truth, he still felt indebted to Ryan for raising him into the beastly human he is today.

He often wondered if his autism would have improved if his wife and daughter hadn't died so young, and if Ryan had had a mother and sister (like Peturabo?).

But he never imagined that Ryan would suddenly become someone who enjoys watching plays.

This had a huge impact on his worldview.

Some changes are fine; there's really no need for such a drastic change.

Ryan's social anxiety and autism seem to have transformed into some kind of extreme social anxiety.

Luther had already taken his seat in the center of the Phoenix Theater with the Emperor's sons.

He seemed a little uneasy—where was the lion?

They went on stage.

As the surrounding lights gradually dimmed, the huge red curtain of the Phoenix Grand Theatre was drawn back.

A huge figure walked out from the center of the stage.

That is not one of the most frequently appearing Primarchs, Fugrim.

It's a lion!

Lion!

However, he has now removed his bulky power armor and put on a noble knight's robe in the style of Caliban.

The lion proudly raised its head, looking down with arrogance at the many dark angels and sons of the emperor present.

Luther had a bad feeling.

I have a very bad feeling.

"Next, please enjoy the new theatrical performance from the First Legion Primarch: [Thirty Years, Caliban, the Knights]"

Chapter 159 Everyone Has a Gold Ring

All eyes were on Astartes, the emperor's son, and not just the Lion King's Caliban knights.

The Phoenix Grand Theatre, with nearly 10,000 seats, was instantly packed with curious crowds.

Not only Astartes, but also the mortal forces from the Imperial Sons' auxiliary forces, such as the Chemos Guard, were still in disbelief when they heard that the First Legion Primarch, the stern and unsmiling lion, would actually perform on stage. They all flocked to him upon hearing the news.

As for the remaining unlucky ones still on duty, they were so anxious about missing the first performance of the Lion Dance that they wished they could fly to the Phoenix Grand Theatre right now.

This is not fair!

We want to see the Lion King performance too!

—And that depends on the narrators on the ships.

To ensure fairness and impartiality within the legion, and to ensure everyone could observe, Kasgar had no choice but to announce (not really no choice) that he would use the best video and photographic equipment to record everything in 3D projection.

And then provide copies to all members of the expedition fleet, so that the Lion King's first performance can be played on a loop throughout the entire expedition fleet.

To ensure the perfect quality of the photographs, countless cameramen and recording equipment, along with an artist setting up an easel in the distance, seemed to have been fully prepared for this moment.

Looking forward to it.

"Have we gone a little too far?"

Kasgar asked Fugrim, who was standing next to him, somewhat awkwardly.

"Haha, let's watch the performance first!"

"Anyway, if problems arise, neither of us will be able to escape."

Fugrim cleverly changed the subject, turning to hug half of Kasgar's body and smiling as she spoke.

Two accomplices.

The fact that they were able to gather so many people was something neither he nor she had ever expected.

There's no way around it, she seems to be a little too good at creating hype.

When the Lion King first ascended to the throne and declared his intentions, they only wanted to arrange a carefully prepared theatrical performance for the lion.

but!

How could an ordinary and commonplace "Centaur Gold Ring," which has been performed countless times at the Phoenix Grand Theatre, be worthy of the status of the Lion, the eldest son of an emperor?

Eh!

Fugrim suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Since the lion wanted to deepen the bond between himself and his brother, adoptive father, and son, Luther.

Why not let the Lion himself take the stage and tell his own story of the thirty years he and Luther shared, Caliban; the Knights; the Monastery.

Right! ?

Hearing other people's stories may evoke some feelings and create a sense of resonance, but ultimately it cannot fully represent their true feelings.

Only those poems created by himself can truly express the Lion King's inner thoughts and feelings.

After a brief discussion, Kasgar and Fugrim reached an agreement.

"I'll do it myself?"

The lion found it hard to accept the two men's strange suggestion—how could he, a guy who had never understood theatrical performances and had never seen anyone else perform on stage?

Won't this make me look ridiculous?

"It's precisely because I've never performed before that I'm able to express my most genuine emotions!"

"Yes, yes, there were no acting techniques whatsoever, it was all just overflowing with emotion!"

"Only a performance like this can evoke the most genuine emotions in every audience member!"

Is that so?

The lion was still somewhat puzzled.

"Yeah, that's right!"

"That's it!"

Kasgar and Fugrim nodded vigorously.

For a Primarch, memorizing lines is not difficult, especially for a Primarch like Lionheart, whose mind is meticulous and clear.

Among the Primarch's personality traits and abilities, those with low emotional intelligence are necessarily good at calculation.

This is the initial configuration given by the Emperor.

Of course, this isn't always a good thing—in Coz's words, some memories are a curse.

Just as a lion, upon reading the narrator's account of the "communication" between Horus and the emperor in unofficial history, was deeply cursed by this unforgettable memory, even down to the last word.

I can never forget it.

"But I can't evoke the emotions of every viewer like those great performing artists."

The lion still had some doubts.

"The great lion, sometimes, doesn't need to evoke everyone's emotions in his performance."

"You only need to move the person who needs it most and wants to be inspired; that is your goal."

"As for the others, as the originators of the First Legion, the most mysterious legion, your very existence is something they strive to acquire!"

"Yes, yes."