Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Just as the orc fleet was in dire need of regrouping after this sudden and devastating blow, the second wave of attacks dealt them an even greater blow.

It's hard not to think that the previous defeat of the Horus fleet was just a ploy to lure the enemy deeper into their territory, in order to wait for the Emperor's arrival and complete the flanking maneuver of the Orc fleet.

At the same time, such a divine and heroic rescue at a critical moment will, on another level, bring more support and faith to the Emperor.

Horus has never been without his own little schemes.

Such a meticulous plan—what if the emperor, for some other reason, fails to arrive in time?

impossible!

In Horus's dictionary, the emperor would never betray him, Horus!

This is the bond between us!

Thirty years, centaur, gold ring.

A collaboration between the Emperor and Horus.

Not only that, but even the expeditionary fleet from the Third Legion has followed the Emperor to this area!

However, the Third Legion seems to have been overlooked by Horus.

The Emperor, with a fleet of unimaginable power, tore the Orcs apart, making them understand the terrible price to pay for daring to attack humanity, the new rulers of the galaxy.

The most crucial thing was not the weapons and firepower, but his own arrival.

In this galaxy, no matter how terrifying the creature or how powerful the opponent, none can defeat the combined strength of the two of them.

From chasing after human shrimps and yelling "Waaaaagh!" to being blasted to pieces by human shrimps' warships and never being able to yell "Waaaaagh" again, it only took a few short minutes.

The battle lines, which had been scattered under the enemy's offensive, immediately and desperately reassembled into a poised attack formation after the Emperor's arrival. The individual green-skinned ships, fighting separately, were utterly powerless against this unified and massive offensive, and one after another, they were reduced to nothing in the explosions.

The remaining remnants of the Greenskin army began to converge on the heavily fortified Star Fortress [Goron].

The escort ships of the two expeditionary fleets cleared a path through the stubbornly resisting orc fleet with concentrated artillery fire.

Next, it was time for them to blast this damned orc star fortress, [Goron], into ruins.

As for this perfect moment of pursuit, it would naturally include a collaborative meeting between the two legion leaders.

That was Horus's long-awaited reunion with the Emperor; he had been preparing for it for a long time, just waiting to be able to be with the Emperor—

and many more.

Uh, to be precise, it's three people.

Fugrim: "I'm still here!"

"Hey! Hey! Horus, I'm here too!"

Fugrim spoke to Horus in an almost utterly helpless tone.

Even if the Emperor's Sons fleet was merely following the Emperor's fleet and firing in coordination, this level of neglect is simply too exaggerated!

"what?"

Horus's tone in the communication signal sounded surprised and embarrassed.

"Forgrim? Sister, you've come here to join the battle too?"

Are you here too?

What do you mean you actually came here too?

Fugrim was nearly driven to jump up in anger by Horus.

Wasn't their Third Legion flagship always following the Emperor's Dream and tearing apart the orc warships?

Horus, you—

It's like seeing an emperor and selectively ignoring all other living beings!

Sigh, there's no saving this kind of person.

You must not be like him.

For some reason, Kasgar suddenly said this next to Fugrim.

"Of course, how could I possibly ignore everyone else because I'm so focused on you?"

Fugrim smiled and turned her head to one side.

"You agree, right, that commander, the son of the emperor?"

Uh... what was his name again?

“Vesperzin. Primarch, my name is Vesperzin.”

"Ah, yes. Vespasian, prepare for our journey to the Firebird of Vengeance. We will be meeting up with the Emperor and Horus, who can't see anyone but the Emperor."

The Emperor boarded the Vengeance Soul.

Under the glorious and fervent gazes of countless Shadowmoon Wolf warriors, the landing craft, symbolizing the crown of the Lord of Mankind, and the three hundred Imperial Guards warriors in golden helmets and armor following behind them, stood in stark contrast.

Along with the somewhat lackluster legion of the Emperor's Sons, they became unnoticed by anyone, and boarded the warship together.

At this moment, the Emperor and the Legion are one—in the vast galaxy, no force can sever the connection between the Emperor and his warriors.

Everyone is as one.

Without any orders or instructions, in that instant, the warriors of the Shadowmoon Wolf all raised their heads, and a battle cry erupted simultaneously from the mouths of ten thousand warriors, long-lasting, deafening, and full of heroic spirit. With this cheer, they expressed their most sincere welcome to the human lord who had descended upon this land.

Not only that, but ordinary people were also rushing to the scene—recorders and preachers of imperial truth.

They formed the outer perimeter of the deck.

For mortals, this is probably the only chance in their lifetime to witness the splendor of the Lord of Humanity; such glory, such a remarkable sight, they would never allow themselves to miss out on the Creator of the Galaxy.

"here we go again"

Fugrim had seen many instances of the Emperor being revered by other legions.

To be honest, she had always envied the emperor for being able to win the love of so many people with his charm.

"Father!"

Horus knelt on one knee, revealing the most ardent smile ever seen by ordinary people.

However, the thought that such a charming centaur gold ring would drive Horus mad made Fugrim's envy of the Emperor lessen considerably.

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.

Sometimes, being too charming isn't a good thing.

“This tactic was taught to me by Chagatai,” Horus said proudly. “He called it ‘scraping.’ I can’t learn his speed of changing formations, nor can I ‘scrape’ as fast or as ruthlessly.”

"Based on the characteristics of our Shadowmoon Wolves, we created this [fist] offensive."

"You did very well."

Emperor

Perhaps he was smiling? But from Casca's angle, you couldn't make out his face at all.

Emperors are all different people, and will always appear differently in the eyes of different people.

In Casca's eyes, his face always seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

Kasgar was also curious about what Horus thought of the Emperor's face.

(The face of a seducer)

(Horus said that the Emperor was always a master in seducer.)

(master!)

"I didn't expect you to return so quickly after welcoming the Primarch. I also have good news: not long ago in Alpharis, which is also our—"

Welcome the Primarch

What original?

"Yes, that's right. Corax will also be leading his own legion soon, joining us in the Great Crusade."

The emperor nodded slightly in response.

“Not just Corax,” Horus continued, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness, “I’m referring to another Primarch brother, from the Eleventh Legion.”

"?"

The emperor, who had been shining with golden light, suddenly seemed to be shrouded in an unimaginable cloud of doubt.

Although he still maintained a smiling expression, the emperor's smile seemed more dangerous and unfathomable than usual.

".Father?"

This kid clearly has a lot of wrong memories in his head that he shouldn't have.

It must be corrected!

"Horus, my child, I am so sorry."

In an instant, a golden light flashed across everyone on the deck of the Vengeance Soul.

"Huh? What am I doing here again?"

Horus sat in the command room looking rather odd.

Emperor!

Yes, it's the Emperor and his Emperor Dream!

The Emperor has come to his aid with his invincible fleet!

After meeting him on the deck of Vengeance Souls, they exchanged a few pleasantries. Since the orcs on Geron had not been completely wiped out, the Emperor returned to his flagship in his landing craft, planning to launch the next attack on the damned orc planet with Horus.

As for why he suddenly woke up alone in the command room...

Uh... I'm not sure.

"And it seems like he's forgotten something. Forgot what?"

I always feel like something is missing from my mind.

I can't remember, but I keep reminding myself that something seems to be missing.

Very strange.

"Never mind, the battle is the priority now. If you can't remember, it means it's not important."

Horus had a very open-minded view.

Fugrim: "."

Unbeknownst to her, Horus seemed to have overlooked her.

Horus, somewhat dazed, pushed open the door and walked out of the command room.

Those were his council of four kings.

“Ah, Izekel, and Taric and Asimand.”

He smiled and opened his arms to his most loyal subordinates.

"How's our battle going?"

"We can't get through."

Abaddon shook his head in denial.

The Emperor and Horus fleets possess formidable firepower, arguably unmatched even in the entire universe.

However, the orcs seem to have used some kind of witchcraft that humans cannot understand to create impenetrable protective force fields on the surface of their planet, enough to intercept all firepower aimed at the Goron.

Firepower alone is not enough to break through.

"So, what are our countermeasures?"

"Yes, but it was the commander Casgar Sherlock, the son of the Emperor, who brought it up."

“He was her only Primarch husband,” Torgarden said with a smile, “and also the prototype, or rather, Primarch, for your centaur gold ring, sir?”

“Tarik, shut up. This is not the time to talk about this.”

Abaddon interrupted him impatiently: "He seems to be able to know the orcs' information and weaknesses in advance through his prophetic abilities. We are processing this intelligence."

Gorong is not actually a natural planet.