Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 499 4.17 On the Emperor’s Pride

There is great singing and dancing here.

The Pride of the Emperor is currently filled with magnificent and joyful singing, musical instruments from all realms are being played, and perfume with a soothing effect lingers on the tip of everyone's nose.

People were walking happily in the corridor decorated with golden and purple strips, and even the servitors had makeup painted on their faces.

Nobles of all colors were hurriedly walking on the legion's triumphal road in gorgeous clothes. The straight suits supported their broad shoulders, and the soft satin outlined the curves of women.

A bright light shines on the top of the agate stone pillar. In the distance, through the Phoenix Gate, a high tenor voice comes from the hall of Heliopolis, which is a piece of music praising the achievements of the Legion and the original body.

Eidolon was smiling all over his face. He was now standing in the Heliopolis Hall. The light filtered through the huge round vault, and hazy pink-purple light spots floated on his face.

"It's not easy,"

He said that his armor was now bright and clean, and his handsome face looked at Lucius beside him. Lucius's armor was also shining. He was the latest favorite of the original body.

"yes,"

Lucius looked at the warriors and servitors who were busy preparing for the coronation ceremony of the original body. They were busy transporting the rare treasures sent by countless nobles.

Lucius raised his head and said proudly,

"We can reach this point only because of my father's wise leadership."

The Primarch of the Emperor's Children did not die directly after being thrown from the Night Lord's ship. In the turbulence of the warp, the Primarch survived strongly until the moment when the Emperor's Children found him again.

Fabius Bayer, as the pharmacist trusted by the original body, took care of Fulgrim and was responsible for the treatment of the original body during the years when the original body was just rescued and still in coma.

At first, his heirs were worried about him.

To be honest, the smile at the corner of Lucius's mouth paused. He lowered his head and looked at his shiny boots that reflected his face.

Life for the Legion was not easy during the period when the Primarch was missing and in his coma.

Countless twisted monsters poured out from the gaps in the ship, and some warriors were infected by them and turned into equally ugly beings.

The Emperor's Children fought, fought, fought, some dying forever, others becoming infected, delirious and raising their swords against their former companions.

Finally, they retreated to Fabius's medical room, with the unconscious original body behind them. They had no way out!

Some loyal warriors sacrificed themselves and rushed out to attract the demonic tide, while Lucius and others stayed to continue to guard the original body——

Lucius blinked, remembering himself back then,

He was covered in blood, and his tired muscles were trembling involuntarily. There was a voice in his heart calling him all the time, calling him to sleep. A gentle response came from the curtains on the bed.

The voice persuaded him to rush out with those people and lure away the enemy.

For those of them who choose to continue to guard, a long battle will follow. Sometimes, Lucius will wonder whether he should rush out or die immediately to get rid of this endless nightmare. Such a battle.

Everyone fell. Lucius looked at the endless wave of demons in the corridor. His figure holding the sword shook.

Staggered, then - straight - fell - fell into the voice calling him -

A hand gently held him back.

At the last moment, the Primarch awoke.

The original body who woke up was not at all as decadent as when he left. On the contrary, he was in high spirits.

The awakening Fulgrim roused the fallen warriors, and under the leadership of the Primarch, they began to push back.

The demonic tide that had swallowed countless warriors before became vulnerable to the original body. They pushed back quickly, like a tide, and the monsters quickly faded away.

In fact, the Primarch could do more than that, Fulgrim restored the infected warriors, and they blinked in confusion before rejoining the Primarch's command.

Most of the Emperor's Children survived this catastrophe, except for those who were completely torn apart and those who rushed out to divert the demonic tide at the end.

Fulgrim inspired the warriors, and under the leadership of the original body, they successfully found their way out of the subspace and landed on a galaxy. What was shocking was that even though this universe had completely sunk into hell, There are still galaxies surviving intact.

They were warmly welcomed by the local nobles. Those planets were wealthy and peaceful, and were willing to pursue elegant arts. After the Legion helped the kind-hearted local nobles get rid of some rebels, these planets happily expressed their willingness to surrender.

The empire is dead.

This is what Fulgen said personally,

This giant has fallen down long ago, and his huge corpse was smashed to the ground. Now all the Legion can do is to collect its scattered corpses, and on top of that, bring hope to the people who are still alive on it.

So the Emperor's Children began to establish their own power in the dark side of the Empire.

Unexpectedly, all the legions that were favored by the Primarch quickly submitted, and the Emperor's Children quickly established a sphere of strength of their own.

After this, Fulgrim received a message from Horus. After a moment of thinking, Phoenix decided to keep the appointment and set off for Cadia.

Horus would not tolerate Fulgrim's behavior, but Fulgrim knew how to express it so that Horus would allow him.

After all, the Primarch swore, Horus knew that the Emperor's Children were with him.

His descendants were confused by this, but all along, the Primarch did the right thing. He saved the Legion again and put it on the right track, so no one questioned it.

Before that, before meeting Horus, they needed a celebration, a coronation, and a ceremony to summarize the previous glory.

The nobles of the planets who had joined the Emperor's Children Legion gathered around the Legion's ships, and people were surrounding them cheering to celebrate the new master of their planet.

The celebration is about to begin, and everyone in the glorious hall is crying with joy.

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【……】

Corax stood silently in front of the screen. The original body, with a small part of the restraint device loosened, was gaping at the picture transmitted back from the screen.

It was the Emperor's Pride that the Midnight Sorrow Troupe had scouted in advance.

Surrounded by countless ships with spikes and flesh crawling on their bodies, the previously gorgeous Queen of Glory now looked like a fallen noble lady, with rotten liquid dripping from her gorgeous and graceful jewelry.

The scene turned, and those loyal to Slaanesh were walking in a long corridor decorated with flesh, with strange, joyful smiles on their faces.

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【Cardia】

Luojia, who was fighting the demonic tide, suddenly stopped. The original body stood on a high place, and his head with closed eyes rotated in a specific direction.

In the distance where the demonic tide surged, an embarrassed figure staggered out along with the demonic tide, as if it emerged from the same place as the demonic tide.

Why now?

Luojia closed her eyes and thought,

Why is that you?

He looked at the embarrassed, almost broken silver-haired original body, heading towards the direction where Feinus died.

No more, great!