Singing and dancing here.

The Emperor's Pride is now filled with magnificent and pleasant singing, musical instruments from all regions are played, and perfumes with soothing effects linger on the tip of everyone's nose.

People walked happily through the corridors decorated with golden-purple strips, and even the faces of the servants were painted with makeup.

All kinds of nobles hurriedly walked on the triumphal avenue of the legion in gorgeous costumes, straight suits supported the broad shoulders, and soft satin outlined the curves of women.

Brilliant light shone on the top of the agate pillars, and in the distance, through the Phoenix Gate, a high-pitched tenor voice could be heard from the Hall of Heliopolis, a music that celebrated the exploits of the Legion and the Primordial.

Adoron was smiling, he was standing in the hall of Heliopolis at the moment, the light shining through the huge circular vault, a hazy pinkish-purple spot floating on his face.

"It's not easy,"

He said that his armor was shiny at the moment, and his handsome face looked at Lucius beside him, Lucius's armor was also shining, he was the new favorite of the original body recently.

"yes,"

Lucius looked at the warriors and servants who were busy preparing for the coronation of the primordial body, busy transporting the treasures that countless nobles had given them.

Lucius raised his head and said haughtily,

"I have been able to come this far thanks to my father's wise leadership."

The Emperor's Son's original body did not die directly after being thrown out of the Midnight Lord's ship, but survived the turbulence of subspace until the moment when the Emperor's Son found him again.

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

At first, his heirs were worried about him.

Truth be told, the smile on Lucius' lips paused, and he looked down at his own helmet that was polished bright enough to reflect his face,

Life for the Legion was not easy during the period when the original body disappeared and he was unconscious.

Countless twisted monsters poured out of the cracks in the ship, and some of the warriors were infected by them, turning into beings as ugly as they were.

The Emperor's Sons have been fighting, fighting, fighting, some dead forever, others infected, delirious with their swords raised towards their former companions.

Eventually, they retreated to the area around Fabius's infirmary, with the unconscious Primordial Body behind them, and they had no way out!

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

Lucius blinked, he remembered his original self,

He was covered in blood, his tired muscles trembled involuntarily, and there was always a voice in his heart calling to him, calling him to sleep, and between the curtains of the bed, there was a gentle echo.

The voice persuaded him to rush out with the men, to dispel the enemy's impulse.

For those of them who chose to continue to protect, it was a long battle, and at times, Lucius wondered if he should have rushed out in the first place, or died immediately, to get out of this endless, nightmarish battle.

Everyone fell, and Lucius looked at the endless tide in the hallway, and his figure holding his sword swayed,

He shook, and then—straight—fell—fell into the voice that called him—

A hand gently dragged him.

At the last moment, the original body woke up.

The original body that woke up was not at all the decadent when he had left, on the contrary, he was in good spirits.

Awakened, Fogen awakens the fallen warriors, and under the leadership of the primordial, they begin to push back.

The demon tide that had previously devoured countless warriors became vulnerable in front of the original body, and they pushed back quickly, like a tide, and the monsters quickly faded.

In fact, the Primordial could do more than that, as Fugan rehabilitated the infected warriors, who blinked in confusion and rejoined the Primordial.

Except for those who were completely torn apart, and those who gave up their lives to rush out to lead the demon tide at the end, most of the emperor's sons survived this catastrophe.

Fugen inspired the warriors, and under the guidance of the primordials, they managed to find their way out of subspace and landed on a galaxy that, shockingly, even though the universe had completely sunk into hell, there were still galaxies that survived intact.

They were warmly welcomed by the local nobles, who were rich and peaceful, and who were willing to pursue high art, and who were happy to submit after the Legion helped the good local nobles rid the rebels.

The empire is dead.

This is what Fugen himself said,

The giant had long since fallen, his massive body had been torn to pieces, and all the Legion could do now was gather its scattered pieces and give hope to those who were still alive on top of it.

So the emperor's son began to establish his own power on the dark side of the empire.

Unexpectedly, all the legions that were favored by the original body were quickly submissive, and the emperor's son quickly established his own range of strength.

After this, Fogen received a message from Horus - after a moment of reflection, Phoenix decided to go to the appointment and set off for Cadia.

Horus would not tolerate Fogen's actions, but Fogen knew what to say and would get Horus to allow him.

After all, the original swore by this, and Horus knew that the Emperor's Son stood with him.

His heir wondered about this, but all along, the original did the right thing, he saved the Legion again, and put the Legion on the right track, so no one questioned it.

And before that, before they could meet Horus, they needed a celebration, a coronation, a ceremony to sum up the previous glory.

The planetary nobles who have been included in the Legion of Emperor's Sons have gathered around the Legion's ships, and people are surrounding them to cheer and celebrate their planet's new masters.

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

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【……】

Corax stood silently in front of the screen, the primordial with a small portion of the restraints loosened staring at the image that had been transmitted back to the screen.

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

Surrounded by a myriad of spiked ships with flesh and blood on their bodies, the previously gorgeous Queen of Glory was now like a fallen aristocratic lady, her gorgeous jewels dripping with rotting liquid.

As the scene turns, the people loyal to Slaanesh walk through the porcade adorned with flesh and skin, with eerie, delightful smiles on their faces.

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【Kadia】

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

In the distance, where the tide was raging, a figure staggered out with the tide, as if it had come out of the same place as the tide.

Why now?

Luojia thought with his eyes closed,

Why you?

He watched as the embarrassed, almost shattered, silver-haired primordial body headed in the direction where Fernus had died.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)