The Ullanor Triumph

Fulgrim was awakened by pain in front of the ruins of the Temple.

I feel like someone gave me a hard knock on my head, waking me up.

Fulgrim didn't tell anyone about the changes in his dream; he didn't want his Scions to worry.

Moreover, nothing has changed much, so there's no need to publicize it.

After confirming that Fulgrim had truly completed Slaanesh's test, Han Mingxuan immediately contacted the Imperium.

"Sir, I'm begging you, please teach Xiao Fulgrim something good from now on, don't let him be so vulgar."

"Okay, I'll try."

This was Slaanesh's last conversation with Han Mingxuan before he left.

Similarly, this was Han Mingxuan's last conversation with Slaanesh before he left.

After Slaanesh left, Han Mingxuan immediately contacted the Emperor.

"Neoth, how are your preparations going regarding the investiture of the Warmaster?"

"I've got everything ready, Old Han, but now there's been an unexpected outcome regarding the selection of the Warmaster."

An unexpected result?

"Is it Lion El'Jonson or Horus, or did the two of them have a falling out?"

"Yes, Lion El'Jonson, your decision was right."

"This is not surprising at all. After all, these two are the only candidates for Warmaster in our minds."

"Whether it's the Lion or the Wolf of Fenris, we wouldn't be surprised if either of them took the position of Warmaster, would we?"

"That's true, Old Han. You and I have already reached a decision on the choice of the Warmaster. What I want to talk about is the process."

"What happened? I haven't heard of the two Legions fighting each other."

"They were elected peacefully."

"What? Peaceful election? You mean all the other Primarch jointly recommended Lion El'Jonson to be Warmaster?"

"Yes, Old Han."

"Was this idea Curze's?"

"By having you spread the news of the conferment of the title of Warmaster, you've already made a statement from the very beginning, haven't you?"

"Huangpizi, alright, that's enough. Since they've peacefully elected, we'll just follow the procedures."

"When the time comes, suspend your Webway construction project for a while, and remember to attend the meeting. I will also address the Legion Psyker issue at the meeting."

"Old Han, aren't you being a little too hasty?"

"Then you can wait another hundred or two hundred years for your plan."

"I will convene the other high-ranking Mortals of the Imperium for a joint discussion."

"That's no problem. The Warmaster investiture ceremony is scheduled for one month from now, and the issue regarding the Legion's Psyker is scheduled for three months after the parade."

"Do everything as you say, Old Han."

Three days after their phone call ended, a message was announced throughout the entire Imperium.

The Ullanor Triumph.

From the start of the Ullanor Crusade to the current Ullanor Triumph, the entire war against the Orks has lasted for more than six years.

One of the greatest threats to the Imperium of Man, the Orks, has finally been largely eradicated.

This news was extremely encouraging for the entire Imperium, because it proved one thing.

Following the Ullanor Triumph, the Imperium of Man will enter a new era of glory.

At the same time, another, even more shocking piece of news was released alongside this announcement.

Appointing Warmaster.

Some time ago, someone did say that news came from Nostramo that Warmaster would be appointed in the near future. At first, they thought it was just a rumor.

However, now all departments of the Imperium have joined together, and the Emperor himself has personally confirmed the authenticity of this news.

At the same time this message was sent out, a major event occurred on the Ullanor Planet.

They are preparing for the ceremony to confer the title of Warmaster, to receive the commendation for the Ullanor Triumph, and to convene a meeting concerning the future fate of the Imperium of Man.

At this very moment, the most magnificent and greatest conference hall in human history must be built on this Planet.

This task undoubtedly fell to the IV Legion, though this was merely an arrangement by Nostramo.

Because on the Imperium side, the Seventh Legion also volunteered to participate.

"Dorn, building grand structures is the specialty of the IV Legion. Your Seventh Legion is better off staying in your little corner of Terra."

We are also capable of doing this well.

"But the Iron Warriors crushed the Seventh Legion; the Seventh Legion has no right to talk about capability in front of us."

Hearing Perturabo say that, Dorn was genuinely annoyed.

It wasn't because the IV Legion had crushed the Seventh Legion —a given fact—that his anger was useless.

The key point is that, apart from this incident, the IV Legion almost managed to defeat Defensio.

Although Sigismund said upon his return that Defensio had clearly stated he was a member of the Eighth Legion, Dorn believed he had completely accepted Defensio as one of his own.

"Ha, so even Stalwart Stone can have emotions? Dorn, but I must tell you, you have failed in your duty to nurture Defensio."

"He's from the Eighth Legion."

"But during his time stationed with the Seventh Legion, you provided him with virtually no instruction."

Dorn fell silent; he didn't know what to say. He was already furious.

Seeing Dorn get his comeuppance, Perturabo felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction; at this moment, he was completely at peace.

After ending their bickering, Perturabo led his Legion to immediately begin construction, and without a doubt, they once again outmaneuvered the Seventh Legion.

Although the Seventh Legion had undergone extensive reforms by the Administratum, the IV Legion had far more experience in construction.

This gap in experience cannot be resolved simply by Fury of Paperwork.

Soon, a month after the news of the appointment of the Warmaster was released, the huge conference hall on Ullanor Star was completed.

On that enormous conference table were the business cards of high-ranking Imperium officers and dignitaries, but among these cards, something stood out as odd.

In front of the seats of the Emperor, the Primarch, and Han Mingxuan himself, there was a miniature Statue.

This is something Perturabo painstakingly sculpted from the very beginning of the project.

In fact, according to his own plan, he only wanted to carve one specifically for Han Mingxuan.

But his Uncle hated personality cults, so Perturabo could only sculpt one for each of the Emperor and Primarch brothers.

In this way, Uncle won't accuse himself of engaging in any personality cult.

After receiving news of the project's completion, Han Mingxuan led his men to Ullanor.

On either side of Han Mingxuan's vehicle were the Nightfall and the Endurance.

Curze and Mortarion stood on either side of him.

Futia, as Nostramo's accompanying official, also participated in the meeting.

Han Mingxuan sat in his seat, toying with a stone box in his hand. It was the item that Oll Persson had given him—his first commander's Warmaster's Seal.

At this moment, the final wave of the Great Crusade era in the Warhammer World crashed down.