Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

At this moment, they were still gathered around Company Commander Abaddon, together with the 10th Company of the Sons of the Emperor led by Thor Tavitz, to resist the ever-growing tide of greenskins surging up from below.

"My lord! You have killed the orc leader?"

"Yes, although it wasn't me, that big green guy is indeed dead."

Horus nodded heavily.

"That's Philus? Her power is indeed..."

"No, it was Fugrim who killed the Greenskin Overlord. Abaddon, step aside for a moment, let me spread the news of the Orc Overlord's death."

"Ulrak Uruk, the Orc Overlord, is dead!!!"

"Your resistance is futile!"

Upon hearing this news, the orcs, after howling and calling out the name of the Overlord in vain, finally succumbed to panic and chaos.

"What do you mean, Fugrim killed the orc overlord?!"

Abaddon was also gripped by panic and chaos.

After the orc leader died, the remaining orcs on Ulanor scattered and fled in terror, howling in fear.

The defining characteristic of the Greenskinned Aliens is their extreme reliance on orc leaders supported by the Waaaaagh Force Field.

After the death of their leader, the leaderless orcs, no matter how powerful, must immediately engage in infighting with other orcs until a new orc leader is elected.

But it's clear that the human empire won't give them that chance.

After the enemy lost their will to fight, the focus of the cleanup of these greenskins shifted to the spores left behind after their deaths.

After this battle, the Emperor did not directly designate the chosen general, but instead announced that a great victory celebration would be held in Ulano to honor the glory of Ulano and every victory in the Great Expeditions over the past two hundred years.

As for the location of the celebration, it was on their home planet, Ulanno.

This was an unprecedented celebration.

At the Emperor's command, the Mechanicus employed a massive terrain modeling engine, unlike anything they had ever used before. Together with countless Mechanicus priests and millions of mechs, they reshaped the world ravaged by orcish aliens.

They even leveled the entire continent and laid a huge, mirror-smooth granite path, 5 kilometers wide and 500 kilometers long, on it as a parade ground for their expedition.

At the end of this seemingly endless road, an incomparably magnificent palace (golden, of course!) stands at the absolute peak of everyone's view.

There, the Human Emperor, the Imperial Chancellor Magmacardo, the Commander of the Royal Guard Constantine Waldo, and the bureaucrats of the Terra War Council had already taken up residence, awaiting the official opening of this victory celebration.

As for the palace's security, it consisted of a squad of Imperial Guards and Silent Sisters, with two gilded warlord-level Titans guarding the main gate on either side.

Of course, the main force of the expedition would not be absent from this celebration—

The Astartes Legion and their Primarchs.

Primarchs from across the Empire who are currently on a galactic expedition have been arriving at Ulanor in recent days, eagerly awaiting the announcement of who will become the next Warmaster of the Empire.

Inside the Ulanno Palace.

"Just one bite. Please, really, just one bite! I promise I'll never do it again—"

"Motalian, you've been bothering our Second Company Commander for a long time," Fugrim said irritably, pulling away the Pale Lord who looked like an addict. "Although Aqua's cooking has a unique flavor, you've gone a bit too far."

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the Primarchs lined up in front of the windows on the outer wall of the palace.

"It's been a long time since we've had such a carefree gathering."

"Or rather, it never has."

“But we can still enjoy this moment, can’t we, brothers and sisters?” Saint Gilles said in her gentle voice. “We have been separated from the world since birth, and this is one of the few times we can meet and rest.”

(Actually, it's because we can temporarily escape the Blood Angel's madness.)

"Perhaps we'll have that kind of time after the Great Expedition ends?"

Luo Jia's speech elicited several not-so-enthusiastic laughs from the crowd.

"Let's stop with the small talk."

Rogdorn stepped forward and interrupted, "What exactly does the Emperor want with us?"

Although today is not the day of the victory celebration, since the Emperor has chosen to summon them here, it must not be so simple.

General Zhan.

Soon, a phrase came to mind for everyone present.

But who can shoulder this heavy responsibility?

Each Primarch seems to have its own answer.

"children."

At that very moment, behind them, the Emperor's powerful voice rang out.

"During the two-hundred-year Great Expedition, you used your wisdom and glory to reclaim countless worlds for the human empire."

"The revival of humanity is just around the corner."

"And as I gather you here today, I also want to convey a message to you—after this, I will withdraw from the front lines of the Great Expedition."

"I will return to Holy Terra to continue my work."

Is the Emperor leaving the expedition to return to Terra?

The Primarchs erupted in a considerable commotion.

“But the Great Crusade needs someone who can coordinate the various Primarch Legions,” the Emperor paused for a moment, and after the discussion subsided, continued, “He will replace me as the leader of your next crusade.”

"To become—a war commander."

The Imperial War General on the Expedition.

Yes, but who can shoulder this heavy responsibility?

Horus Lupecal.

The emperor first called out the name of the first son to return.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with expectation and disbelief, but he met the other person's disappointed eyes.

"What we need is a leader who is united and dedicated to the great cause of humankind's expedition."

"Instead of fighting for temporary power."

The emperor's words were somewhat stern: "Children, you have disappointed me greatly."

Horus lowered his head sadly and aggrievedly, unable to refute the emperor's accusations.

“Philos Manus, you too.”

The steel hand also bowed its head and remained silent.

"Your contentious and quarrelsome behavior has disappointed me."

"Is the War Commander really so worth fighting for that you would abandon your brotherhood and fight each other to the death?"

The emperor paused for a moment, seemingly giving them time to reflect.

"Fortunately, among the Primarchs, there was one who, from the very beginning, did not care about honor and titles, but chose to use everything in his Legion to balance his brothers and sisters who were in a state of division."

"Forgrim, you did a great job."

what?

I.?

me?

Fugrim pointed at himself in disbelief.

“Yes, it’s you, Fugrim.”

"You have earned our respect with your selflessness, diligence and kindness, proving that you are the most suitable person for the position of war commander."

The emperor's tone softened considerably.

"Now, please come forward and receive our blessings."

Somewhat bewildered, Fugrim walked up to the Primarchs.

Phyllis: "Congratulations."

Despite her reluctance to admit it, it was thanks to Kasgar's help that she was not affected or parasitized by the evil creatures of the warp; and it was thanks to the assistance of Aqua Duna, the second company commander of the Imperial Children, that their Iron Hands were able to stand out in the high-intensity training.

Magnus: Congratulations.

With the help of Fugrim and Kasgar, the Thousand Sons successfully shed their flesh mutation.

Saint Gilles: "Congratulations."

Without Casca healing the thirst of the Holy Blood Angels, many more offspring of the Ninth Legion would have succumbed to this fate.

This is unacceptable to her.

Luo Jia: "Congratulations."

Without her and Kasgar finding the traitor within the Legion and helping him find such a useful assistant as Angortai, the future of the Word Bearers would be unimaginable.

Angron: "Congratulations."

Casca saved his life.

that's enough.

Mortalian: "Congratulations!!!"

He was craving Aqua's dinner tonight.

Peturabo: "."

He was not present.

Although the jokes that Fugrim and Kasgar had made on him before had gone a bit too far, to the point that he had a very bad impression of Fugrim.

However, since Peturabo voted against all Primarchs, it had no effect whatsoever.

"Thanks!!!"

With a tear glistening in her eye, Fugrim bowed deeply to the crowd.

Casgar: "."

He worked very hard during the Great Expedition.

The problem is, however, that he seems to be trying a little too hard.

Like a giant boomerang, Casca's two hundred years of hard work hit him right in the head.

As a result, the reputation of the Third Army Corps was raised to the highest level by him alone.

Because of his constant interactions with other Primarchs during his two-hundred-year Great Crusade, Vograim eventually became a trustworthy figure in the eyes of all Primarchs due to his affection for Vograim.

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And so, three days later, the coronation ceremony and celebration of the Warmaster of Fugrim will officially begin.

"The Human Empire is doomed!!!"

Chapter 177 No Gold Ring, No Mass Rebellion!

The final choice for Warmaster was Vorgrim.

It was an unexpected choice, but upon closer reflection, it wasn't so unexpected after all.

Checks and balances.

Horus and Philos were both very competitive Primarchs, and their legions were naturally unwilling to submit to each other, which led even their close Primarchs to take sides.

Perturabo and Mortalian sided with Horus, while Vokan and Corax were closer to Philus.

Khan has fled, and Alpharex and Omega are now locked in a fierce battle.

Even if someone says they don't care who wins the final battle, once the seeds of doubt and conflict are sown, it will be difficult to resolve the underlying issues.

This is equivalent to directly putting the two strongest and most meritorious legions in the empire on the opposite side.

As the War Master, after the Emperor officially withdraws from the Great Expedition, he will have the most direct control over the legions.

Horus and Philus