The Imperium of Man Is Doomed!

The frontier of the Imperium of Man.

This sector is a territory that the Imperium of Man has rarely set foot in since its inception—whether it is its remote location or the obstruction of Warp Storm, it has been ignored by the Expeditionary Fleet even now that the Great Crusade has been underway.

Here, the light of the Astronomican dims.

While not completely hidden, it is still difficult to pass through.

Especially when nothing in the star sector is known, no one wants to be the first to try something new.

The bloody reality of the complete annihilation of four Expeditionary Fleet in the Night Haunter Sector serves as a stark warning to every Expeditionary Fleet commander with an adventurous spirit—

Do not venture into unexplored star systems.

But this is no challenge for our Corsairs ships that can freely traverse the Webway.

With the guidance of the Void Dreamer, it doesn't require much effort or time at all.

Soon, Princess Yrel, the most powerful Corsairs in history and perhaps even in the future, the only Warlock who did not embark on any path of war (which required choosing and following one of Khaine's sides), a powerful and invincible Eldar genius, daughter of Asuryan, and the most devout follower of the New Phoenix King Princess Irill, arrived in this sector that had been isolated for countless years.

"Conduct exploration, investigate the conditions of planets in various star systems in the area, and send me the information on planets with traces of human existence as soon as possible."

Along with a streak of light from the ship's Spirit Web, a message from Yriel swept across the network before her eyes, reaching the hearts of every crew member.

This is the advantage of Eldar technology.

The sacred Wraithbone are connected to us!

After consuming the large Eldar warship of the Conspiracy last time, she carried out a certain degree of modification and reconstruction on this massive ship, which was equipped with a large amount of Dark Eldar technology.

Especially after being covered by the Spirit Web from the Craftworld Aeldari, this warship, in terms of sheer size, is comparable to the flagships of human legions.

It is sufficient to serve as her future flagship, enabling her to conquer all directions.

Overjoyed at her new flagship, Yriel named it the "Flame of Asuryan" in honor of the great Phoenix King who appeared to aid her in the face of the Dark Eldar Kabal when she captured the ship.

However, all of that is in the past.

After years of continued development and evolution, the Corsairs fleet has become even stronger through constant conflicts and development.

"Send a message to those humans still putting up a last stand on the surface, telling them to stop bombing if they surrender, or our assassins will send the heads of any politician who dares to resist to their broadcasting center."

Although under the influence of the New Phoenix King, Yriel does not discriminate against humans for their filth, baseness, and stupidity, her Eldar genius's disdain for others still makes her reveal a slight hint of contempt.

The old Eldar's master is a master.

With the combined technological and Psychic Power capabilities of the Craftworld Aeldari and the Dark Eldar, destroying the armed resistance on isolated human planets would be a piece of cake.

"Damn Xenos! We will not submit to you! May the glory of humanity endure forever!!!"

"Tsk, it's the same again."

Yriel felt sorrow for those still stubbornly resisting. "Who told you we were Xenos?"

With a series of wondrous changes, the warship, which looked very much like the Eldar, transformed into a purple-gold battleship through continuous transformation!

[Pride of the Emperor] (fake)

This is a technology used by the Eldar to protect their warships: Holographic Projection device.

It can transform the appearance of warships into other forms.

"That was just a disguise. Are you willing to believe we are ships from the Imperium of Man now?" Yriel replied helplessly over the communications broadcast.

"But it doesn't matter if you don't believe it," she continued. "In a few days, maybe a few weeks, alas, the technology of those barbaric humans is always so unreliable."

"Anyway, the Imperium of Man will come here to take over your planet soon. Just say that the Expeditionary Fleet 28 recaptured you and that the leader is named Fulgrim."

Good luck to you!

Before the people on the planet could ask any more questions, in a few flashes, the purple-gold human battleship disappeared on the other side of the universe.

"So... we're going to become part of the Imperium of Man?"

The humans on the surface of that planet were finding it difficult to accept such a huge change.

"The fleet has been completely wiped out, and even the surface-to-air firepower has been bombed clean. How can we fight anymore?"

"That's not what I meant! What I wanted to ask is, are they really human? They just seem more like Xenos."

"But no matter what, they all claim to serve the Imperium of Man. Let's try contacting them first."

As a genius pirate in the universe, Yriel has built up a Corsairs army that rivals the Third Fleet thanks to his formidable development capabilities.

The mission of this army was often to help the Imperium find and explore areas they could not reach, and to discover and reclaim the human world there.

Especially recently, because the Emperor's Children Legion often needs to fight alongside other legions, he has to find food on his own in remote areas.

While the Emperor ordered Fulgrim to follow Kasgar and help the Primarch adapt to the Imperium, these Corsairs, while developing themselves, never forgot the Third Legion's Great Crusade KPI.

They have been in secret contact with the Imperium, using their ability to freely traverse the Webway to assist in the exploration and recapture of surrounding peripheral star systems under the name of the Third Legion.

The Eldar guard the nation's gates, while the Xenos perish for their country.

Move.

They're all mercenaries anyway, what's the big deal about helping the New Phoenix King complete a mission?

As for the Imperium

They had known for a long time that the Third Legion had a group of Eldar mercenaries to assist them in the reconquest of the Great Crusade.

These were all approved by Ms. Pike, the Chief Orator of Imperial Truth, who held the Pride of the Emperor at the time.

She herself is a direct subordinate of the Imperium Prime Minister, Malcador the Sigilite.

Although this use of Xenos mercenaries to speed up the expedition has generated some controversy within the Terra War Council.

Using Xenos technology is one thing, but this is a real, Great Crusade using Xenos mercenaries.

Is this really in line with Imperial Truth?

The answer is very reasonable.

Ultimately, it was only through the Emperor's strong opposition that this unique army was preserved.

Because this can really speed up the expedition.

With the Eldar's Webway technology, speed can be said to have been greatly increased.

Sometimes, foreign exchange can be a very useful currency.

Xenos about Xenos.

This is a vivid demonstration of the benefits of Webway technology, making Old Man Huang extremely envious.

We can talk, we can talk!

Sometimes, we shouldn't dwell on these trivial details; the priority should be to recover the Great Crusade and return it to the world as soon as possible.

"So, all our records of conquering the world will be attributed to the Third Legion Primarch Fulgrim?"

"Then so be it. After all, it was the Third Legion that earned the Eldar's trust and loyalty through its own means."

"They deserve this honor."

The Emperor was in a good mood.

But even Fulgrim herself was not quite aware of it, her achievements and honors in the Great Crusade skyrocketed like a rocket.

Ullanor.

The top of the Orks fortress.

Perhaps the combined efforts of the two Primarch could subdue this Orks leader, after all Philus and Horus are among the most powerful Primarch.

If they could really work together, maybe the one lying on the ground right now would be that damned Orks overlord.

But clearly, they couldn't do it at this crucial juncture in the competition for the Warmaster.

Even if you go all out, the opponent might take advantage of your weakness.

It was in this atmosphere of mutual distrust that the two Primarch, too eager to secure their own victory, refused to cooperate, allowing Urlak Uruk to defeat them one by one.

Or perhaps it was because the Orks overlord Urruk was simply too powerful. But in the end, only the Orks overlord survived this battle.

Although Philus and Horus only suffered minor injuries, they lost most of their weapons and equipment under the brute force of the Orks overlord, leaving them with very limited options.

The hideous giant Greenskin naturally turned its gaze toward Kasgar and Fulgrim, who had just barged in.

"Careful!!!"

With a furious roar from the Orks overlord, Urrak Uruk charged toward the two of them.

That was an unimaginable speed.

No one, no living being, could have imagined that a mountain of flesh more than ten meters tall could unleash such terrifying instantaneous acceleration.

Before Kasgar and Fulgrim could react, the giant Orks was already above them.

Boom!!!

A heavy thud echoed as something fell to the ground. Although Kasgar and Fulgrim managed to dodge the powerful blow at the last moment, the shockwave still sent them flying to either side.

This intensity is simply beyond what humanity can currently handle!

Even the strongest the God-Emperor of Mankind could not defeat the Orks overlord's underlings sent to the Dragon Star Sector by relying solely on physical strength without using Psychic Power energy.

Urrak Uruk, the current overlord of the Orks and the absolute leader of the Greenskin, is enough to intimidate them with just the first blow he makes.

There's simply no way to confront them head-on!

"Philus, Horus!"

"Can you still stand up?"

Kasgar held his Power Sword to his chest and asked the question in the direction where the Primarch had been scattered.

Judging from the activity, there seems to be no response.

Despite how pathetic this level of defense seemed to the Orks overlord, Kasgar could even sense the mockery on Urrak Uruk's green face.

It is mocking their weakness.

Call out!

In the distance, where the dust was so thick it was almost impossible to disperse, a beam of plasma and several lasers were fired.

This is a shot from Philus's mechanical backpack.

Logically speaking, the power of a firearm designed and modified by the Primarch himself should be self-evident.

But the instant these beams struck it, as if aided by some strange power, the fungal creature's Greenskin completely blocked the attack.

The plasma beam, powerful enough to destroy a Venom Cannon Tank, only managed to leave a charred, superficial wound on the Orks overlord's Greenskin.

I really don't know how they managed to make it Greenskin.

"How is that possible?"

Philus murmured heavily.

The opportunity to launch a sneak attack, which was hard-won, still failed to cause any effective damage even though the opponent did not take any initiative to defend.

Just how powerful is this overlord?

Even their exposed skin has significantly stronger defensive capabilities than humans?

Startled by the sneak attack, Urlak's attention was quickly diverted to Philus, and he roared as he charged toward her.

"Using physical methods to deal with the Orks overlord Urrak is too ineffective; it's practically impossible to inflict much effective damage."

Kasgar conjured his most frequent golden-red flames in his hands.

Unlike the Emperor, his Psychic Flame are more like a healing tool and can't cause much harm to others.

The three Primarch Philus, Horus, and Fulgrim —were also unable to use Psychic Power, so—

Oh, right!

There's also Horus's "Horus's Three Divine Techniques"!

"Horus! Use the same techniques you used in the Dragon Star Sector to attack him!"

"What?"

"It was those three moves you used when you saved the Emperor!!"

"Hurry! We don't have much time left! If you still want to be the Warmaster, you'd better hurry!"

Kasgar was somewhat reluctant to utter the name "Horus's Three Divine Techniques".

Because the name was indeed somewhat embarrassing to say, he was reluctant to bring it up.

That's so awkward, my friend!

"Alright!" Horus, whose armor could only be roughly outlined in the dust, agreed to Kasgar's proposal.

He suddenly clenched his left fist, as if to unleash a powerful punch from afar at Urrak Uruk, who was chasing Philus.

But it had no effect.

It didn't work!!!

"Horus, what are you up to?!"

Philus, who was being surrounded and blocked by Urak Uruk, roared angrily.

"I don't know. But it just didn't work! Maybe it's because of the Emperor! The Emperor wasn't in danger, I feel..."

!

Just as Horus was anxious about his inability to unleash the "Horus's Three Divine Techniques," amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Urlak Uruk stretched out his giant pincers and reached out towards Kasgar's location.

"Notice!!!"

Even Kasgar himself didn't notice that the Orks overlord who was chasing Philus would suddenly turn his spear and charge straight at him.

With a speed at which even the Primarch could barely dodge, he had absolutely no chance of escaping.

Click!

With a triumphant chuckle, Urlak Uruk used his giant pincers to lift Kasgar up.

"Kasgar!!!"

As if possessed, he charged towards the Orks overlord in an instant, leaping up and aiming his Flameblade at the massive Orks's neck.

However, what awaited him was an enormous gun barrel fixed to the Orks's other hand.

Even if Fulgrim's speed is perfect, the speed of the Orks overlord is unreasonable.

The moment they made contact, Fulgrim was easily sent flying by the opponent's powerful force.

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Meanwhile, the Orks overlord continued to increase the pressure on the giant pincers of his other hand.

However, it seems that Kasgar is quite resilient; even Urrac's power couldn't crush him instantly.

But judging from the current situation, his death seems imminent.

"No!!!"

As Fulgrim was pushed away and bounced off the wall, he cried out in pain.

With bloodshot eyes, she charged toward the Orks overlord.

This time, she even threw away the Flameblade in her hand and charged straight at the Orks overlord with only her bare hands.

Now!

In her mind, she recalled how Horus had once boasted to her about his "Horus's Three Divine Techniques" and the "Centaur gold ring".

If Horus can do it, why can't she Fulgrim?

Does that mean her love for Kasgar is less than Horus's love for the Emperor?

No, that's impossible!

Fulgrim clenched her teeth, and in that instant, countless memories flooded her mind.

She could even sense that in another world, in a spatial dimension different from the real world, a pure golden Centaur was accompanying him.

"Kasgar!!!"

Bang.

Unlike Horus, he didn't shout out any words that sounded extremely awkward.

With just a shout, the Orks overlord's head exploded instantly, just like the Orks that Geron had encountered in the Dragon Star Sector before.

The headless Orks body then swayed and collapsed in the next moment.

"Kasgar! Are you alright?!"

Fortunately, Fulgrim acted faster, pulling Kasgar from the giant pincers just as he was about to be crushed under the Orks's corpse.

"Cough cough. Not bad, let me run it through with flames."

Kasgar stretched out his right hand with some difficulty and slashed it across his front.

As a golden-red flame flashed by, Kasgar's previously bluish-purple complexion returned to normal.

"Kasgar!"

With an incredibly surprised tone, Fulgrim rushed forward to hug her.

They were holding each other very tightly.

Kasgar was having trouble breathing again.

Is our battle over?

Horus asked, looking at the two people embracing.

"Yes, it's over."

Philus's expression remained stern. "We can discuss the Warmaster's matter later. Right now, we need to clear out the remaining Orks in Ullanor."

"Agree."

Horus nodded heavily to the other man, then turned and hurried to the palace entrance to find his Gatling Terminator.

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

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

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

Horus nodded heavily.

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

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

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

"Your resistance is futile!"

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

"What do you mean, Fulgrim killed the Orks overlord?!"

Abaddon was also gripped by panic and chaos.

After the Orks leader died, the remaining Orks on Ullanor scattered and fled in terror, howling in fear.

The defining characteristic of the Greenskin Xenos is their extreme reliance on Orks leaders supported by the Waaaaagh Force Field.

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

But it's clear that the Imperium of Man won't give them that chance.

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

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

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

This was an unprecedented celebration.

At the Emperor's command, the Adeptus Mechanicus employed a massive terrain modeling engine, unlike anything they had ever used before. Together with countless Tech-Priest and millions of Servitor, they reshaped the world Xenos orcish Orks.

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 God-Emperor of Mankind, the Imperium Prime Minister Malcador the Sigilite, the Captain-General Constantine Valdor, 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 Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence, with two gilded Warlord-class Titan guarding the main gate on either side.

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

The Legiones Astartes and their Primarch.

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

Inside the Ullanor Palace.

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

"Mortarion, you've been bothering our Second Captain for a long time," Fulgrim 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 Primarch 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?" Sanguinius 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 Angels's madness.)

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

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

"Let's stop with the small talk."

Rogal Dorn 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.

Warmaster.

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 Crusade, you used your wisdom and glory to reclaim countless worlds for the Imperium of Man."

"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 Crusade."

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

Is the Emperor leaving the expedition to return to Terra?

The Primarch 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— Warmaster."

The Imperium Warmaster on the Expedition.

Yes, but who can shoulder this heavy responsibility?

Horus Lupercal.

The Emperor first called out the name of the First Returned Son.

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 Crusade."

"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.

"Philus Manus, you too."

The Iron Hands also bowed its head and remained silent.

"Your contentious and quarrelsome behavior has disappointed me."

"Is the Warmaster 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 Primarch, 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."

"Fulgrim, you did a great job."

Ah?

I.?

Me?

Fulgrim pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Yes, it's you, Fulgrim."

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

The Emperor's tone softened considerably.

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

Somewhat bewildered, Fulgrim walked up to the Primarch.

Philus: "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 Captain of the Emperor's Children, that their Iron Hands were able to stand out in the high-intensity training.

Magnus: Congratulations.

With the help of Fulgrim and Kasgar, the Thousand Sons Legion successfully shed their Flesh Change.

Sanguinius: "Congratulations."

Without Kasgar healing the Black Rage of the Blood Angels, many more offspring of the Ninth Legion would have succumbed to this fate.

This is unacceptable to her.

Lorgar: "Congratulations."

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

Angron: "Congratulations."

Kasgar saved his life.

That's enough.

Mortarion: "Congratulations!!!"

He was craving Aqua's dinner tonight.

Perturabo: "."

He was not present.

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

However, since Perturabo voted against all Primarch, it had no effect whatsoever.

"Thanks!!!"

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

Kasgar: "."

He worked very hard during the Great Crusade.

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

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

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

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

An overly capable husband. jpg

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

"The Imperium of Man is doomed!!!"