There is singing and dancing here.
The Emperor's Pride was now filled with grand and joyful songs, musical instruments from various domains were played, and perfume with a calming effect lingered in everyone's nose.
People walked happily in the corridors decorated with golden and purple strips, and even the faces of the robot servants were painted with makeup.
Nobles of all kinds dressed in gorgeous clothes hurriedly walked on the triumphal avenue of the legion. The straight suits supported the broad shoulders, and the soft silk outlined the curves of the women.
Brilliant light shone on the top of the agate pillars. In the distance, through the Phoenix Gate, a high-pitched tenor voice came from the Hall of Heliopolis, which was a piece of music praising the achievements of the Legion and the Primarch.
Eidolon was smiling as he stood in the Great Hall of Heliopolis. Light shone through the huge dome, casting hazy pink and purple spots on his face.
"It's not easy,"
As he spoke, his armor was now shiny and bright, and his handsome face looked at Lucius beside him. Lucius' armor was also shining. He was the Primarch's new favorite.
"yes,"
Lucius looked at the warriors and servants who were busy preparing for the Primarch's coronation ceremony. They were busy transporting rare treasures sent by countless nobles.
Lucius raised his head and said proudly,
"We have come this far thanks to the wise leadership of my father."
The Primarch of the Emperor's Children did not die immediately after being thrown out of the Night Lords' ship. In the turbulence of the Warp, the Primarch survived tenaciously and held on until the moment the Emperor's Children found him again.
As the Primarch's trusted pharmacist, Fabius Bile looked after Fulgrim and was responsible for his treatment when the Primarch was just rescued and still unconscious.
At first, his descendants were worried about him.
To be honest, the smile on Lucius's lips paused. He lowered his head and looked at his helmet boots that were polished to a shine that reflected his face.
Life in the Legion was not easy during the time when the Primarch was missing and in a coma.
Countless twisted monsters poured out from the gaps in the ship. Some soldiers were infected by them and turned into equally ugly creatures.
The Emperor's Children fought and fought and fought, some dying forever, others becoming infected and delirious, raising their swords against their former companions.
Finally, they retreated to the vicinity of Fabius's medical room, with the unconscious Primarch behind them. They had no way to retreat!
Some loyal warriors sacrificed themselves and rushed out to attract the demonic tide, while Lucius and others stayed behind to continue guarding the Primarch.
Lucius blinked, and he remembered himself back then.
He was covered in blood, his muscles trembling involuntarily from fatigue. There was always a voice in his heart calling him, calling him to go to sleep, and a gentle response came from between the bed curtains.
The voice persuaded him to rush out with those people and divert the enemy's impulse.
For those who chose to continue guarding, what followed was a long battle. Sometimes, Lucius would wonder whether he should have rushed out or died immediately to escape this endless, nightmare-like battle.
Everyone fell down. Lucius looked at the endless demon tide in the corridor. He shook his sword.
Staggered, then—straight—fell—into the voice that called him—
A hand gently held him back.
At the last moment, the Primarch woke up.
The waking Primarch did not look depressed at all as he had been when he left. On the contrary, he was full of energy.
The awakened Fulgrim roused the fallen warriors, and under the leadership of the Primarch, they began to push back.
The demonic tide that had previously devoured countless warriors became vulnerable in front of the Primarch. They pushed back quickly, and like a tide, the monsters quickly receded.
In fact, the Primarch could do more than that. Fulgrim restored the infected warriors to health. They blinked in confusion and rejoined the Primarch's army.
Fulgrim encouraged the warriors, and under the leadership of the Primarch, they successfully found a way out of the Warp and landed on a galaxy. Shockingly, even though this universe had completely sunk into hell, there were still galaxies that survived intact.
They were warmly welcomed by the local nobles. Those planets were rich and peaceful, and they were willing to pursue elegant art. After the Legion helped the local kind nobles eliminate some rebels, these planets happily expressed their willingness to surrender.
The empire is dead.
This is what Fugen said himself.
The giant had already fallen, his huge body shattered into pieces. All the Legion could do now was to gather its scattered pieces and, on top of that, bring hope to the people 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 surrendered quickly, and the Emperor's Children quickly established their own sphere of power.
After this, Fulgrim received a message from Horus - after a moment's thought, 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 had sworn that Horus knew that the Emperor's Children stood with him.
His descendants were puzzled by this, but from beginning to end, the Primarch did the right thing. He saved the Legion and brought it back on the right track, so no one questioned it.
But before that, before meeting Horus, they needed a celebration, a coronation, a ceremony to sum up their previous glory.
The nobles of the planets who had been brought under the Emperor's Children Legion gathered around the Legion's ships, and people were surrounding them and cheering to celebrate the new masters of their planets.
The celebration was about to begin, and everyone in the magnificent hall was shedding tears of joy.
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Corax stood silently in front of the screen. The Primarch, whose restraints had been slightly loosened, was staring at the images transmitted back from the screen in amazement.
That was the Emperor's Pride that had been scouted in advance by the Midnight Troupe of Sorrow.
Surrounded by countless ships with spikes and wriggling flesh, the formerly magnificent Queen of Glory now looked like a fallen noble lady, with rotten liquid dripping from her gorgeous and graceful jewels.
The scene changed, and those loyal to Slaanesh were walking in a corridor decorated with flesh and blood, with strange, joyful smiles on their faces.
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[Cardia]
Lorgar, who was fighting against the demon tide, suddenly stopped. The Primarch stood on a high place, his head with closed eyes turned in a specific direction.
In the distance where the demonic tide was surging, a disheveled figure staggered out along with the demonic tide, as if they were surging out from the same place as the demonic tide.
Why now
Luo Jia closed his eyes and thought,
Why you
He looked at the disheveled, almost broken silver-haired Primarch, and walked towards the direction where Finus died.
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)