Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

"But, my children, why should I need to be forgiven by that wight?"

Although the current situation of youth is extremely bad, but stimulated by weakness and competitiveness, the demon primarch still tilted his head maliciously and uttered a sentence that he had been attacked by these people on the world of Isstvaan III not long ago. He wanted to say something when he was beaten, and was very satisfied to see that the 'Children of the Resurrected Emperor', including the ancient sage Rilanor, fell into a strange state of silence - this feeling of successfully gaining the upper hand. Let his soul beat wildly, making the fallen phoenix even want to sing a song - right! Isn't the place where I am a huge opera house? Although it has been abandoned, the abandoned building itself also has a special aesthetic - the right time, place and people are here, should I...?

However, before Fulgan could outline the repertoire he should perform, and what song he should sing as the opening song of his performance to praise himself for this glorious 'victory' - the fallen Phoenix felt a rush to his face. The strong wind came, and a... painful feeling bloomed in my body for the third time.

5. The time of the ancient sages—fierce battle

The Eye of Fear.

This is the most lawless place in the galaxy. This is the place where reality and the supreme sky are most deeply entangled. It is densely covered with distortions that violate the laws of physics. Everything here dances with the magnificent will in the vast ocean.

And, this is the final resting place for those traitors who have abandoned their race and glory, and whose souls and bodies have rotted away.

"Ah... Enkari, what brought you to me? We... uh... obviously didn't summon you to our banquet..."

On Harmony Planet, although it was established in the mortal world, in a twisted palace full of 'art' and 'pleasure' that even some demons in Elysium praised, the fallen Third Legion was nominally in the real world. The leader, Eidolon the Soul Breaker, was lying drunkenly on a chair that even Enkari thought was very thoughtful, while he was drinking. It only takes one drop to pollute the water supply system of a small hive city. Potion, while trembling hands and several fallen emperor's children who were as drunk as him were carving a piece of art - well, it can be easily judged from the screams that have been echoing in this hall, the people who were tortured by them Things are mostly alive.

"Your Primarch, my Beloved, the Eternal Prince of Orgy, the Great Prince of Slaanesh..."

Enkari used the soft voice unique to the immortals of the Slaanesh faction, and announced a lot of fallen titles belonging to Fulgrim as eloquently as the names of dishes, and finally made most of the Emperor's Children in this hall drunk and dreaming. After everyone was interested in listening to what he had to say, the Great Demon of Slaanesh revealed the key to the matter——

"Fell into the despicable trap outlined by your brothers who are unwilling to step into the path of perfection."

"... Enkari, do you have any great food or drink in your hand? Can you share some with me? I can exchange it with you for the great slaves I hunted recently. , if it’s not enough, I can also increase the price - by the way, if you can teach me some new gameplay, I will pay you the price.”

Understanding the meaning of Enkari's last words, Eidolon was stunned for a second, then stood up immediately, yelling at his servants to drag a bunch of messy things into the hall, and stared wide-eyed at the same time. His mutated and distorted eyes cast their blasphemous desire unabashedly on the visiting demon prince of Slaanesh - those brothers who are unwilling to embark on the path to perfection? Weren't they already burned to ashes by orbital bombardment on Istvaan San? How could he arrange a trap for the Gene Father and even force Enkari to leave the realm of evildoers to ask for help? Therefore, there is only one conclusion! That is, Enkari drank too much, or played too hard with his genetic father!

"........it is true?"

Looking at Eidolon who looked at him longingly, Enkari felt that thousands of screams were rising in his soul, but he didn't know how to vent these screams - fortunately, in one second, for After the emissaries of Slaanesh passed with incredible silence, Eidolon realized the truth of the matter.

"Hehehe-hehehe-hahahahahahaha!!!!"

Ancient memories poured into the mind of the Captain of the Emperor's Children, whose soul and body had been shattered. Eidolon, who had already passively learned a lot of forbidden knowledge due to his long life in the Eye of Terror, understood the truth behind the return of his former comrades. Cause and effect - With the support of some inexplicable emotions, the Soul Splitter laughed wildly, and the sharp sound waves tore through the air, destroying the 'artworks' hanging around, and depriving the weak of their lives - even, Enkaridu took a big step back because of the sad laughter.

"Interesting! Interesting! Our genetic father must have enjoyed all this! So, he sent you to find us! He wanted this drama to be more beautiful, grander, and more legendary!"

"No, this is the will of the Prince of Darkness."

“Click???”

Eidolon's wild laughter seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and the rest of it suddenly

All the sounds were swallowed back into his belly - the next moment, the face of the fallen Astartes was suddenly filled with a mess of emotions such as ecstasy, horror, excitement, sadness, etc., and at the same time, his hands and legs were also violently beating. If you observe him carefully at this moment, you can even see a suspicious shadow on Eidolon's hem.

"So...the Lord of Indulgence will guide our path?"

"That's right - your Primarch wanted you to demonstrate your perfection to those who were lost, and the Lord of Indulgence graciously agreed to this request."

In the coquettish chuckle, Enkari's figure dissipated in a cloud of lavender smoke with a rich incense scent, and Eidolon took a deep breath and left with his genetic father's favorite creation of Slaanesh. After smelling it, he immediately frantically sucked all the liquids on hand - whether they were drinkable or not - into his mouth!

"Children of the Phoenix! Assemble! We are going to work with our primarch to present a perfect drama to the Prince of Darkness!!"

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The sound of gunfire was dense, like an urgent drumbeat.

The sword light flashed like stage lights.

The aroma is so rich that even ordinary Astartes find it difficult to resist its temptation. It is constantly rising from the gaps between the scales. The fallen phoenix dances in the sand and dust. The sword flower waving in the four hands is an artistic pattern that far exceeds the imagination of mortals. It is beautiful and beautiful. Beautiful songs flow out from the throat of the Lord of Chemos all the time, the snake's tail flicks, resisting the swords and shadows of the Emperor's Children with the most elegant posture, spiritual energy surges, and supernatural temptations are constantly on the battlefield. circulation.

"Look at you! You have clearly entered the real world! But you are still clinging to the flawed appearance of mortals - abandon the carrion on the throne where you are bound! Follow the Lord of Joy! You all You can get what you want!”

Although at the first moment when the war started again, because he fell into talking to himself, his face was hit hard by Rilano's fist, and his whole body was washed by explosive bombs, but his mentality Fulgrim, who is no longer as chaotic as before on the world of Istvaan III, can now control his sword moves without any pressure, slide his body, turbulence his spiritual energy, and continuously move towards The Emperor's Children he attacks fall back into the rhythm of his attacks—occasionally, the Emperor's Children who are most adept at swordsmanship, such as Solomon, are able to mess with his rhythm and leave marks on his jeweled body. A scar - every time at this time, the fallen phoenix would excitedly pour all its offensive pressure on the heir, forcing him to choose between two options - or give up the subsequent attack and retreat to the battlefield in shame. Go outside the circle, or follow the guidance of your own sword movement and singing, and let a more 'perfect' sword edge fall on your snake body!

"We've got what we wanted - now all we want to do is let his wrath burn in you."

The blade of the power sword in Tarvitz's hand flashed continuously, colliding with the lightning-fast silver blade of his fallen father, spattering large sparks - beside him, Solomon was entangled with Fulgrim's other hand. Fight - As the Fallen Phoenix becomes more active, the Emperor's Children find their fight becomes increasingly difficult.

"Is this what you want? Stand in front of me again and spread the word that you will judge me as a false emperor - what is the result? You all know it now! His power cannot be compared with true perfection!"

Fulgrim, who loudly taunted his son, unleashed a series of airtight combos, involving the Emperor's Children who were trying to attack him, disrupting their sword moves. Then, the fallen primarch concentrated With his own spiritual power, he waved out a brilliant sword storm, forcefully rolling away the several swordsmen surrounding him, and at the same time, he also beautifully deflected all the long-range weapons that were blasted at him - when Chemos... When the Lord finished his performance, he was satisfied to see that those heirs who tried to engage in close combat with him were forced out of the threat circle.

"Is it really an accident that I was suppressed by you in this way on the third day of István - how could you defeat me after you rejected the opportunity for true sublimation?"

Looking around at his heirs who were cautiously surrounding him with standard tactics of the Emperor's Sons, Fulgrim suddenly felt a little uninterested. He raised his weapon and clashed his silver blade six times, causing six crisp sounds. Echoing in the void - the song lingers, ominous purple clouds begin to spread in the sky, the curtain unfolds, and the power of Slaanesh begins to pollute the world.

"Honey, is the prologue over?"

Behind the curtain, Enkari's soft and coquettish voice rolled slowly, as if every move was about to take out the soul of a mortal.

"Yes! The prologue has passed - now, it's time for the first act to begin, where I tell my impenitent heirs what opportunities they have rejected!"

A purple thunder flashed across the sky along with Fulgrim's high-pitched roar, leaving a long crack. In the crack, the figures of several fallen battleships of the Emperor's Children Legion gradually became clear... ..

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"Weird—weird—weird—weird—"

Like every moment in endless time, the Chaos Evil God Tzeentch, who controls this bizarre and ever-changing realm, still sits on its throne, interpreting what happens in reality and subspace with eternal patience and weird curiosity. Every trace of fate jumped in it, and every trace of change was extracted from it - just now I used my own projection to visit the territory of Paradise, watched a good show with the Prince of Darkness, and then arranged for Magnus' After cooperating with their new brothers to produce more changes, the Umpertian couldn't wait to interpret the aftermath of this drama - but what made the Raven God 'happy' was that no matter how hard it tried, it could not interpret the drama. The answers that come out are all plausible. The unknown fog surrounds the direction of this battle, hiding Fulgrim's fate. Even if Tzeentch personally touches it many times, the fog still does not dissipate - and even tends to expand!

"Cycle - Change - Glory - Pursuit... Hehehehe - is it a great game? No! It's not a vast ocean! It's not a good place for games! But why doesn't power work there? Obstacles? Wait, is the absence of obstacles a kind of obstacle? Or is He using His 'asymmetrical' temptation? Hahahahaha!"

The strange laughter of the Lord of Change shook the crystal maze, madly destroying and reorganizing every plant and tree in this changing world - the joy of the evil god even briefly crossed the curtain and was transmitted to some existences in the real world. In the soul - spiritual sparks crackled, igniting a series of changes in the real universe. The believers of Tzeentch who heard the laughter were ecstatic, thinking that they had received the will of the god.

"Hurry! Hurry! I can't wait!"

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"...Okay, uh-thank you."

On top of the Queen of Glory, Lich Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead while thanking the other hammer guys. Behind him were several military boxes - before, after returning to reality and inquiring into Brother Big E's thoughts Finally, feeling that the number of HH Emperor's Sons chess pieces he had on hand could not support Big E's plan, he immediately started the network-building mode, and spent about a week using 'borrowing' methods to expand the number of chess pieces under his command to one. Astonishing numerical values ​​- for this reason, he had to drag Liang Feifan, who had been a little idle recently, to help him become a military box porter...

"You're welcome, you're welcome, we should help each other - but Big E's move is really a bit of a six. He directly used the point that at first glance there is no difference between our chess piece's descending body and his true curse to give Fulgen It was a trap—poor silly snake, judging by his tone, he really thought that Istvan Mikami was beaten like that because he made a mistake in his performance!"

Liang Feifan waved his hand to express that it was nothing, and at the same time commented on Big E's operation in a subtle tone.

"So, I will immediately give this degenerate who has fallen into the trap without realizing it a huge extra surprise - by the way, according to Big E's chess piece falling rules, under no special circumstances In this case, the special character will not be the main body, but will be a 'reference' with the power and fighting style of the character he targets? "

"Yes, you wouldn't think so?"

"That's right."

Lich Zhang picked up two Dreadnoughts, both of which were painted with the ancient sage Rilanor. Looking at Fulgen on the screen who was fighting fiercely with the real cursed ancient sage, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. A hint of 'cruel' light.

6. The time of the ancient sages - reckoning

A grotesque face with horrors beyond the imagination of mere mortals.

Completely alienated arms and surreal growths.

Those accessories that are nothing but luxurious.

Various weapons are held in hand and shouldered, all exuding an aura of depravity and madness, especially the large number of gadgets that look more like speakers than weapons, making these Emperor's Children look more like warriors than warriors. He's a clown from the circus - and he's an extremely inferior one!

"My Primarch...what have you made of our former brothers? Can they still be called the Emperor's Children in this state?"

When Eidolon and others had completely lost their appearance, only a faint outline of the Emperor's Sons, the Fallen, could be seen in the deepest nightmares of mortals. They rode various aircraft and landed around the battlefield like meteors. , and then gathered in a confused manner behind their genetic father, directly ignoring the battlefield and starting to perform various blasphemous and obscene behaviors on the spot. Because the time of sacrifice was before Isstvan III, he had not witnessed how twisted and corrupt the Emperor's Children legion became after falling into the ways of Slaanesh. Vespasian involuntarily clenched his weapon, his voice filled with emotion. There was a slight tremor.

"Ah, it seems that in order to make it clearer to you, it would be a good idea to introduce to you in the intermission the benefits that the path you should have chosen can bring to you..."

Easily analyzing the emotional changes in Vespasian's voice with his own surreal senses, Fulgen, who felt that he might have another chance to convince his heirs, flicked his tail and knocked out a man who was enjoying himself. The noise warrior who was preparing for the battle was pierced through the chest and pulled to his left hand.

With lightning speed, the poison is injected into the victim's body. After confirming that the guy he had chosen had fallen into a state of excitement, Fulgan raised his knife without hesitation and dissected the warrior bit by bit. At the same time, he carefully explained the functions of each of his organs -

"How can we call them things? They are not things, they are perfect creations! - Look! How shiny his eyes are! This allows them to better capture various colors and lustres. ! The reason why his ears are like this is to capture every vibration of sound waves!

However, before Fulgen could eloquently explain the functions of the 'perfect' organs of the Noise Warrior in his hand, a ball of blue-white energy wrapped with golden electric light roared towards him, accurately hitting the person in question. The fallen emperor's son, who enjoyed the joy of being 'decomposed' by his own original body, was burned into ashes all over the sky - if Fulgrim hadn't moved quickly enough, he would have probably also held the warrior's hand because of the ancient sage's lightning. A blow from the stone fire burned it to dregs.

"Pity."

Knowing that this meant that his heirs who had chosen to betray him back then had once again chosen to stand beside the rotting corpse, Fulgrim shook his face that had not fully recovered its appearance, raised the blade of his sword, and moved forward gently. One finger——

"Huh-ha-huh-!!!"

As Fulgrim's command was given, the fallen Emperor's Children all screamed with joy. The Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh, carrying the corrupted remnants of the Third Legion, charged against the legion's past heroic souls. Deep purple smoke spread with their footsteps, and distorted songs echoed in the sky - the Lord of Joy is eager to Watching this war, the master of Paradise is eager to win this great game - even though the scale of this game is really, really small...

Then, all the fallen creatures, including Fulgrim, saw a huge eagle flag surrounded by golden flames that made them, Slaanesh creatures, feel the tingling in their pupils just by looking directly at it. Suddenly, behind these heroic souls, It unfolded, burning away the smoke of Slaanesh that drifted past. The war cry that had been buried in history for thousands of years and was filled with the glory of the Third Legion suppressed Mi Mi's singing.

"The Emperor's son! Kill his father's enemy!!!"

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Eidolon felt that he must have overdone it - even though he had been drinking or playing to a large extent since he became this honor.

As a Space Marine who had a considerable position in the Third Legion during the Great Crusade, Eidolon's various ability indicators were not top-notch, but as the most experienced Lord Commander, he was very capable of those among the Emperor's Children. He has long been familiar with the tricks of the people - even though after so many years of drunken life and death, the Soul Splitter has already sunk those glorious figures of those years into the depths of his lustful soul, however, he has not forgotten them.

"Who are you? What are you? Why do you know Solomon's sword moves!"

Facing the sword attack of the person in front of him, who had no strength to fight back at all, Eidolon tried his best to keep himself from being hit by using blocks and parries that were so messy that even beginners of swordsmanship could not stand it. Taking him away with one move, he used his already mutated voice to continuously blend his words into destructive sound waves to interfere with the opponent's actions - about a minute ago, the Soul Breaker was still using such sound waves to massacre those people. Although he is a son of the Emperor in terms of momentum and tactics, his 'sibling' is strangely unresponsive to any stimulation, savoring it with dissatisfaction. Now, he has been reduced to using this power to save his life!

"..."

His opponent didn't answer, and struck Eidolon's left wrist joint with a backhand sword. The sword was so accurate that Eidolon couldn't stop the writhing in his opponent's hand even if he tried his best. The sword edge with golden flames fell on his body - in an instant, pain that was completely indescribable and without any sense of pleasure erupted from Eidolon's wound, quickly sweeping through his entire soul.

“Quack——————!!!”

Although this wound does not look very serious from the outside, and it even gives the impression that a mortal with a certain amount of patience training can easily endure it, Eidolon did not think so at all - he was injured by the sword. Completely losing his posture, the sounds in his throat became messy. The soul splitter felt that his soul was being torn apart, and something unknown was constantly going deep into it, taking root and burning in it. This kind of pain was It was so extreme that Eidolon temporarily lost all power of resistance and could only cry like a weak and weak woman in fear.

"Eidolon!!!"

However, Eidolon's death did not come immediately. Before the sword drew a beautiful arc and landed on his body again, one of his guards - also a man who had worked with him during the Great Crusade. The warriors who had been fighting side by side used their bodies to block the sharp sword, forcibly fighting for a glimmer of life for Eidolon - when Eidolon struggled to adapt to the burning feeling in his soul, for him Only the remains of the fallen Emperor's son who blocked the sword were still burning in the golden flames.

"...Hey, Solomon, I enjoy being able to have my head taken off by you.

"

With trembling hands, he clenched his sword tightly again. Knowing that he didn't have much time left, he could only maintain his fighting posture. A smile that was uglier than crying appeared on Eidolon's scarred and mutated face. , facing the unknown being in front of him, he made the iconic sword-waving gesture of the Emperor's Children as a courtesy, in order to make his fatal battle more ritualistic. However, what surprised him was that his opponent did not return the favor. Instead, he rekindled the flame of the sword in his hand and slashed it down at him!

"Alas--"

When that horrible burning sensation hit his face, Eidolon almost thought that his head had left his body. However, after the feeling of dying dissipated, Eidolon found that he had been kicked a long way away. Solomon, who has black hair, is holding a sword and returning the salute to himself.

"Stand up, Eidolon."

"Ha...it's really you, Solomon...you just pretended that you didn't recognize me?"

Eidolon suppressed the emptiness in his heart and struggled up from the ground. He was surprised that he didn't completely collapse to the ground because of the emptiness. After falling down twice more, Soul Breaker finally picked up his sword. .

"You were looking for me, so I came."

Having said this, Solomon changed his stance and took an offensive stance, with the sword pointed directly at Eidolon's neck. And Eidolon also tried his best to mobilize every ounce of power he could now, and put on a defensive posture in the best posture he could do - after the near-death experience where he thought his head had just fallen off, he felt so overwhelmed. He suppressed the burning sensation that had begun to gnaw at his soul again, weakening his body and stripping away his strength. However, Soul Breaker strangely felt a kind of peace that he had not felt in thousands of years.

"The Emperor's Son—"

Seeing that Eidolon had already prepared his sword moves, Solomon did not say anything more and whispered the first half of the Emperor's Children's battle cry. When he heard the war cry that he had forgotten for thousands of years, for some reason, Soul Breaker found a peaceful smile on his face.

"——The enemy who killed his father."

Swords flashed, people intertwined, flames rose, and heads fell. Eidolon's headless body took two steps forward, then fell silently, letting the Emperor's flames engulf his head and body——

Finally, everything dissipates with the wind.

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The situation may have gotten out of control, and he may have stepped into the trap set by the two subspace powers for himself. The moment Magnus took the initiative to reach out to him, he should have realized this. Monthly fee (group 69493) 6135

Although he is still enjoying the joy of fighting happily, even though he is still talking crazily about the philosophical thoughts he has learned after being addicted to the way of Slaanesh, even though he can even feel that the great prince of darkness has been watching every inch of him. Skin, but those areas in Fulgrim's soul that still barely maintained the ability to think have begun to act like crazy - now he is 100% sure that the rotting corpse on the throne has become, or rather , at least part of it has become an existence similar to the great Prince of Darkness. Now the meaning of the battle he has experienced has transcended the mortal world itself, and is a part of the great game!

And the most likely piece of evidence for this speculation is——

"Taviz, don't you think about how suspicious the being who is fighting alongside you now is? Don't you think that his behavior is no different from what he hated most back then?"

Fulgrim swung his sword vigorously and forced back the four Emperor's Children swordsmen, including Tarvitz, who were trying to tear away the threatening circle of his sword. The scent of Slaanesh of the regiment made the space around him conducive to fighting. While shouting the name of his heir loudly with a mellow voice, he tried to inject venom-like thoughts into the heart of this loyalist - as the third party The Primarch of the Legion, Fulgrim easily realized that the swordsmanship of the other three swordsmen who had just besieged him side by side with Tarvitz and Tarvitz were simply cast from the same mold, and with the temper of the Emperor's Son, , whether it is a person who follows oneself or a person who abandons oneself, it is impossible to turn oneself into a perfect clone of another person. Therefore, there is one answer to this weird thing, and there can only be one——

That is, Tavitz was ‘copied’!

"You're scared."

After Tarvitz simply answered his genetic father, he once again launched towards the fallen Phoenix with the three Sons of the Emperor who didn't know why their sword moves were exactly the same as his own, and who made him feel extremely trustworthy. Charging, the coordination of the sword moves of the four swordsmen was so perfect that it took Fulgrim a little more effort to repel them.

"How could I be afraid of you? How could I be afraid of my heirs?"

Fulgrim, who screamed for himself, coiled up his snake body, aimed slightly forward, and then flicked his snake tail towards Tarvitz like a spring, trying to save this unyielding heir from this battle. Out. However, before the tip of Fulgrim's tail flew halfway, several cannonballs and two rounds of plasma exploded on him, forcing him to interrupt the attack - the attack made of the power of the Emperor burned. On the Daemon Primarch

Slaanesh's ornaments, and even had several burnt patches on its scales.

"No, Primarch, you are afraid, you are afraid of him standing behind us, you are afraid of the reckoning he is about to bring to you -"

The Dreadnought of the ancient sage Rilano walked out of the smoke, and beside him were two Dreadnaughts whose appearance was almost the same as his. The golden flames connected them, making them look like true angels of judgment coming out of ancient myths.

"Are you ready? Traitor?"

7. Time of the Ancient Sage - Exile

The Crystal Maze is shaking.

Tzeentch's libraries tremble.