This Is the Bond Between Horus and the Emperor!

After his full-force slap, the Holographic Projection in front of him flashed several dangerous signals before gradually disappearing.

Of course, this does not mean that the crisis is over.

It was unclear whether it was because the Orks warships outside were still bombarding the ship, but the entire ship began to shake in the next moment.

"Izekiel, banging on the table won't change the course of the battle."

It's really hard to accept that Abaddon, who has always been invincible in battle, has been forced into this situation by a group of foolish Orks.

Seeing the company commander in Company Commander of impotent rage, Torgaddon could only smile and shift his gaze away from him, turning instead to another member of the Council of Four Kings beside him.

That's new. But it can't really be considered new.

One of the strange things about the Council of Four Kings is that, apart from Abaddon, Sanguinius, and Torgaddon, the remaining "king" never holds the position for long.

From about two hundred years ago when the Great Crusade began until now, this last seat has often been occupied by members of the Council of Four Kings who died on the battlefield for various reasons, and has even changed hands many times in a short period of time.

It only stopped when the current one, that is, above his head.

Horus Asimand.

He had a three-dimensional face with sharp, eagle-like features, and the same bald head and eyebrows as Horus. If it weren't for the slight differences in height and clothing, one might easily mistake him for Horus.

This is due to the Gene-seed characteristics of the Sixteenth Legion's Lunar Wolves —it causes some of the implantees' appearances to gradually resemble the Primarch Horus Lupercal.

This phenomenon is known as the "Sons of Horus," and Abaddon was one of them.

Asimand, on the other hand, surpassed those Sons of Horus.

He looks so much like him.

Given his striking resemblance to the Primarch, he is known as "Little Horus," though this title is only used when he is in a very high mood.

Or like Torgaddon, who possesses the strength and courage to face him in a simulation battle.

And that confident sense of humor.

"Ah, of course, we don't want to hear someone shout that Horus is dead, Horus is dead, and then breathe a sigh of relief when they hear that it was Little Horus who died."

"And what was the result?"

"The result is that they were all actually dead. Haha, just kidding."

"Actually, none of them will die."

Perhaps realizing he had gone too far, he quickly defended himself.

"Sanguinius, what do you think?"

Torgaddon turned his gaze toward the member of the Council of Four Kings beside him, who was continuously working on a Dataslate.

The four of them were Horus's most capable lieutenants and, unofficially, the second most influential figures in the Lunar Wolves after Horus.

As a master of void combat in Lunar Wolves, his opinion was clearly more valuable than Abaddon's, who was caught in a rage and denial.

"It's difficult."

"The gap in hard power between us is hard to bridge. The Orks' evolution speed is far beyond our imagination, and the Company Commander's irritable temper will only exacerbate our disadvantage."

The Orks we encountered before started fighting amongst themselves before we even had a chance to engage them, unlike how clever, cunning, and united they are now.

"It sounds very feasible, especially the second half."

Torgaddon nodded in agreement.

In other words, Orks don't need any tactical thinking or extra ideas at all.

With their overwhelming firepower and numerical superiority, coupled with their innate fighting spirit and enthusiasm for war, they were truly formidable opponents.

In fact, you don't need any sophisticated command; just go all out.

In other words, this group of Orks—

— Fight like Perturabo.

"So, all we can do now is keep playing this game with them?"

"There is no other good way."

"As for your advice, I think we should—trust Horus."

Believe.

The situation outside is more dire than imagined.

More and more Orks warships are returning to Geron from the other planets they have ravaged.

Sensing the arrival of the biggest and coolest Waaaaagh between them and the Shrimp, they surrounded the Expeditionary Fleet from all directions at a frantic pace.

However, this urgent and dangerous situation did not seem to affect Primarch Horus himself.

This shows that everything was within his expectations.

He is currently in the command room higher up on the bridge, waiting for them to arrive for the meeting.

—Abaddon was actually quite opposed to this approach. In his view, the fighting outside had reached a fever pitch, and a decision should be made immediately, rather than at a time for complex and lengthy military conferences.

"He seems to have raised objections to Lord Horus's ideas again."

"Izekiel (Abaddon), you're going after the Primarch again."

I don't know why.

But something seemed off about Company Commander Abaddon —he seemed increasingly inclined to oppose the Primarch Horus during the expedition, even though it was clear that Horus's approach was better.

I don't know why.

"It's none of your business."

Izekiel still seems to be furious.

He shifted his shoulder joints, causing his armor to creak and clang, and his long, black braid, resembling a shaman's Whips, swayed. He suddenly stood ramrod straight and attempted to envelop Sanguinius with his armored body—seemingly using his slight size advantage to assert his superiority.

He was like a child who never grew up, from beginning to end.

"There's nothing more for us to handle here. Let's go to the command center."

The discussions in the command room were no different from those in the Council of Four Kings.

As Horus's most capable assistants, their judgment of the battle situation would not be wrong.

"What we lack most right now is firepower, or to put it more directly, we lack an entire fleet."

Faced with the Orks' almost overwhelming firepower, Serjanus hesitated for a moment before responding to Horus's smiling question with these words.

"If we had another fleet at our disposal, the only tactic that could be used to encircle and flank would be incredibly effective—the Greenskin fleet would be crushed like metal caught between an anvil and a hammer."

In their eagerness to fight the Shrimp, the Orks followed the retreating Expeditionary Fleet like madmen, completely disregarding whether their formation would be shattered at this crucial moment.

All they needed was another fleet with equally powerful firepower to complete this comeback victory.

Unfortunately, no.

"Another fleet?"

Horus, still sporting his usual smile, asked, "Do you think I can conjure one out of thin air?"

"You can't do it?" Torgaddon seemed to be playing along. "What a pity, that could have been a great help."

Horus smiled slightly, and Sejanus noticed that the commander seemed to be enjoying the moment, but he couldn't understand why.

Sigh, this is a solemn military meeting.

Especially with the war still in a state of uncertainty, when did Horus become such a cynical figure?

"Perhaps not now, but soon. Ms. Yin, how long?"

The Astropath of Vengeful Spirit, Ms. Ing Mae Sing, pulled down her hood in annoyance, revealing her gaunt face and sunken, empty eye sockets.

The Astropath enjoys an unparalleled, limitless vision in one world, but in return, she will be blind in the real world.

Her voice was soft and delicate, but the certainty in her words clearly reached the ears of everyone on the main deck.

"You're right here, Horus," she said, her next sentence carrying a hint of reproach, "Don't pretend you don't know."

This guy is getting more and more dramatic.

I don't know whether this is good or bad for a legion commander.

"Hey-hey."

Horus gave a triumphant smile.

"I'm sorry, madam. But what are these minor dramas compared to the grandeur and magnificence I'm about to display?"

He seemed a little too excited, which was understandable given the information he received next.

"Everyone—"

"The fleet is here!"

At the same moment Horus spoke, a strong ripple erupted outside the porthole in front of the group.

Like a sharp blade cutting through, a gap suddenly appeared on the surface of the physical universe.

Amber light, shimmering with boundless brilliance, overflowed from the rift in Warp. Brighter than the sun, the light surged forth from the gap, assaulting the senses. At the same time, countless colossal warships seemed to be traversing the passage through the rift that severed space.

That is...

Countless mortal officers, whether they were in the command room of the Expeditionary Fleet's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, or the warriors on the smaller warships engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the Orks, all stared at the infinitely Guanghua Orks with the most incredulous eyes.

And from this gap emerged countless colossal objects inlaid with gold, marble, and countless rare metal alloys from across the universe.

A colossal ship that surpasses the limits of human imagination. Its prow is formed by a magnificent, soaring, two-headed eagle, while its hull is adorned with a vast city composed of statues and temples.

[Pride of the Emperor]

Only the Radiance of that one could be worthy of such a powerful and magnificent warship.

A peerless hero in the universe, the liberator of mankind, and the emperor among emperors.

He's here!

Cheers resounded throughout every corner of the Expeditionary Fleet at that moment.

Whether in a vacuum where sound cannot travel, or in a communication channel filled with countless shouts of different languages, they erupted in unison.

Emperor!

Emperor!

That's the Emperor's flagship!

We're saved!

Although not everyone, especially those born in the Voidships.

Perhaps they had never had the chance to see the Emperor and his flagship, but in this critical moment, the belief that shone in the hearts of every human being was enough to make them recognize the Radiance of what they saw.

The Emperor, the king who once saved countless beings, an absolutely invincible being.

They've come to rescue them.

With the landing of the Pride of the Emperor

Countless warships followed closely behind, leaping out of the Warp, accompanied by a dazzling Great Crusade achievements around the Pride of the Emperor.

Even if any one of them were enough to decide the outcome of a space war, the vehicle of the Master of Mankind would dwarf these magnificent war engines.

[Counterattack]

No one heard this signal on any of their communications broadcasts, but it seemed to explode in the hearts of every human being, inspiring everyone to fight back against the Xenos before them.

"Sometimes, we humans are just as belligerent as the Greenskin, to be honest."

At that moment, Torgaddon said with a smile.

The moment the Emperor appeared, a fervent flame engulfed every warrior locked in fierce combat with the Orks. Whether fighters engaged in dogfights in the void or ship escorts battling the boarding backpackers, their eyes were instantly filled with an intense thirst for victory.

Fighting!

The Sixteenth Army's fleet—which was originally in a state of collapse—immediately stopped its retreat and completed its reorganization at an astonishing speed.

As if they had been preparing for this for a long time, the Lunar Wolves warships adjusted themselves with a high degree of tacit understanding, gathering into a warship cluster that moved in unison. In just a few minutes, the human ships that were originally scattered and isolated on the battle line were combined into an attack formation ready to be launched.

The clarion call for the counterattack is about to sound!

The boundless fighting spirit surging forth was so intense that even the warlike Ork Boyz before them felt a little intimidated.

These Shrimp are crazy!

How fanatical! I think they're even more warlike than we are!

The moment the Emperor flagship emerged from Warp, the fleet that followed it eagerly leaped into the battlefield.

A Lance was fired wildly at the vulnerable areas of the Orks's Gargant tail and flanks.

Countless torpedoes, accompanied by the light curtain of the Macro Cannon and the flashes of explosions, traced deadly trajectories in space. Amidst the dense roar of fire from the Emperor Fleet, countless cannon shots instantly incinerated Orks ships, tearing them to shreds.

Just as the Orks 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 Orks 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, Golden 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 Orks 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 Shrimp and yelling "Waaaaagh!" to being blasted to pieces by human Shrimp's 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 Greenskin 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 [Geron].

The escort ships of the two Expeditionary Fleet cleared a path through the stubbornly resisting Orks fleet with concentrated artillery fire.

Next, it was time for them to blast this damned Orks Star Fortress, [Geron], 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—

Etc.

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

Fulgrim: "I'm still here!"

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

Fulgrim spoke to Horus in an almost utterly helpless tone.

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

"Ah?"

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

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

You're here too?

What do you mean you actually came here too?

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

Wasn't their Third Legion flagship always following the Pride of the Emperor and tearing apart the Orks warships?

Horus, you—

It's like seeing Emperor and selectively ignoring all Emperor 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 Fulgrim.

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

Fulgrim smiled and turned her head to one side.

"You agree, right, that commander Sons of the Emperor?"

Uh... what was his name again?

"Vespasian. Primarch, my name is Vespasian."

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

The Emperor boarded the Vengeful Spirit.

Under the glorious and fervent gazes of countless Lunar Wolves warriors, the landing craft, symbolizing the crown of the Master of Mankind, and the three hundred Adeptus Custodes warriors in golden helmets Golden Armor following behind them, stood in stark contrast.

Along with the somewhat lackluster Emperor's Children Legion, 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 Lunar Wolves 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 Master of Mankind had descended upon this land.

Not only that, but ordinary people were also rushing to the scene—recorders and Preacher 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 Master of Mankind; such glory, such a remarkable sight, they would never allow themselves to miss out on the Creator of the Galaxy.

"Here we go again"

Fulgrim 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 Fulgrim's envy of the Emperor lessen considerably.

Every family has its own troubles.

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

"This tactic was taught to me by Jaghatai," 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 Lunar Wolves, we created this [fist] offensive."

"You did a great job."

Emperor

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

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

In Kasgar'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 Alpharius, which is also our—"

Welcome the Primarch

What Primarch?

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

The Emperor nodded slightly in response.

"Not just Corvus 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 Pride of the Emperor!

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

After meeting him on the deck of Vengeful Spirit, they exchanged a few pleasantries. Since the Orks 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 Orks 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.

That's 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.

Fulgrim: "."

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, Izekiel, and Tarik 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 Fleet possess formidable firepower, arguably unmatched even in the entire universe.

However, the Orks 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 Geron.

Firepower alone is not enough to break through.

"So, what are our countermeasures?"

"Yes, but it was the Commander Kasgar Sherlock, the Sons of the Emperor, who brought it up."

"He was her only husband of a female Primarch," Torgaddon said with a smile, "And also the prototype, or rather, Primarch, for your Centaur gold ring, Primarch?"

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

Abaddon interrupted him impatiently, "He seems to be able to know the Orks' information and weaknesses in advance through his Prophecy. We are processing this intelligence."

Geron is not actually a natural planet.

It is a planet that was "molded" by the Orks using the powerful gravity of the ion furnace core to attract a huge amount of waste and garbage.

The planet's core is the spherical chamber containing the ion furnace, which acts like a magnet, attracting various impurities that make up the planet's surface.

This is also why Geron does not have a fixed orbit for revolution and rotation.

In other words, this thing is actually more like a Mount Array than a planet.

However, because of its enormous size and mass, and its spherical shape that lacks any aesthetic appeal or technological sophistication, it appears to outsiders as a planet.

Its weakness lies in the ion core at its center—destroying this thing will cause the Orks planet to disintegrate automatically.

"A very bold guess. What did the Emperor say? Did he agree with Kasgar's point of view?"

Kasgar's words were indeed sensational before people had even seen the Battle Moon.

"Yes, it may seem unbelievable, but the Emperor truly believes that this is our goal."

"Moreover, he will soon arrive at the Vengeful Spirit again to complete the assembly."

Several hours later.

What a familiar scene!

Horus, standing on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit to greet the Emperor, couldn't help but think this.

It felt like I had just experienced it not long ago.

Oh right, how come the Sons of the Emperor and Fulgrim are also on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit?

When did you arrive?