Warhammer Throne

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In the deep karst cave, Fugen, who has regained his human form, is crying. He remembered his past, and he regretted it beyond all levels.

He could still think of the original oath. After the emperor found him from the stars, Fukun returned to the human empire. However, the number of soldiers made from his genetic seeds was very small, and the number of soldiers was declining, in order to cheer himself up. Legion, Fogen gathered everyone together and announced his order.

"We are the emperor's sons, and we want all those who look down on us to know this. We are the perfect fighters. We will not disappoint the emperor. We will never fail!"

The emperor was moved by them and gave them a unique honor: the legion of the emperor's sons can decorate their breastplates with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem.

Fukun still remembers the scene of the oath at that time.

But everything was changed after the Horus Rebellion. Chaos devised an exquisite conspiracy against Fugen. Among the swords that Fugen captured and used during the Great Expedition, there was a great Chaos Demon hidden. After he got the sword, the Great Chaos Demon kept whispering to him, eroding his thinking.

Horus was reversed by the four chaotic gods and found Fugen in the first place. Fugen didn't want to betray at first, but the long-term corruption of chaos and the friendship between him and Horus finally made Fugen go. The thief ship became a member of the rebel army.

Fugen caused much more damage than that. Corruption spread from his body to the army officers, and eventually corrupted most of the emperor’s son legion. Fugen also killed another under the control of the Chaos Demon in the subsequent battles. A Primarch Ferus, put him on the head.

Killing his own brother personally made Fukun even more crazy, and he was completely degenerate in schizophrenia.

After Horus was defeated by the emperor, the emperor was seriously injured and had to enter the golden throne. Kiliman took over the position of the imperial regent. Fogen once again severely wounded Kiliman in the battle and cut his throat, so Kiliman had to enter too. Stay alive in a static force field.

Killing one and seriously wounding one. Such a record used to be Fugen’s proud capital, but now it is his nightmare. When recalling all this, the emperor’s son Gene Primarch whispered and his long silver hair scattered on the stone bed. , The whole person is distraught.

He couldn't forgive what he had done. He facelessly faced the emperor who rescued him, facelessly faced Kiliman who was standing in front of him, he covered his face with a blanket, and he was too ashamed.

The emperor sighed softly. The lord of humanity opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, the emperor said: "Fugen, get up, I need your strength."

"...And I will work for you again, father." Fukun finally picked up his emotions, there were still tears on his face, but the imperial son of the emperor's original gene has quickly recovered. Just like when it was retrieved by the emperor for the first time.

Fukun would never allow himself to show any blemishes. He tried hard to show respect and seriousness, but when he saw Kiliman standing in front of him, his pale and handsome face was still a little ashamed: "I...I'm sorry, Gilliman..."

Speaking of this, Fukun’s face was like being cut by a knife. The endless pain filled all his emotions. He still remembered the moment he put Ferrus to the head, and he still remembered his merciless mockery of Gilliman, and finally The scene where he cut his throat.

The painful memories of the past almost made him unable to breathe.

"Oh! No!" Killiman had tears in his eyes, and he rushed up and hugged Fukun in his arms: "Welcome back! My brother!"

Fugen's eyes were hot, and the emperor's son Gene Primarch stood there for a while, and patted Killiman's backhand twice: "Thank you...thank you."

A few words are worth a thousand words.

"Welcome back! My brother!" Anglang laughed and hugged Fogen: "How is it? How does it feel to be back?"

"Not so good. Ten thousand years is simply a nightmare. This is an eternal stain in my life. I will never forgive myself, but I am ready. I will atone for what I have done." Gradually regaining his rationality, he embraced Anglang and slapped Anglang's back hard at the same time: "Damn, so you are here. After you disappeared, the abuser was furious and said who put your head on. Give it to him..."

"You can be promoted directly to the demon prince, right?" Anglang said helplessly: "We have heard Magnus talk about this once."

"Damn, I just listened to Magnus' communication, saying that we were going to send Gilliman back to his crystal coffin together, so I took the people to the agreed place." Fukun felt uncomfortably. He took a towel from the imperial army and wiped his face vigorously: "He must have been transformed back like Angelang, right? What about the others?"

"He is sitting on the golden throne." The emperor said lightly: "Atonement for his stupidity."

"Oh, that's really a good idea. At least my father doesn't have to sit on the golden throne anymore." Fukun stretched out his hands and separated one of his silver hair from the middle, draping it behind his shoulders: "So, I am the third. indivual?"

"It may be difficult for us to get Mortalian out of the eyes of fear. The disappearance of Anglang and Magnus made Nurgle, who loves his child, uneasy, so it strictly forbids Mortalian to leave fear. Eyes." The emperor nodded slightly, his tone was very cold: "I don't want to touch Petrabo's iron barrel formation yet, so you should be the last one in the near future."

"It looks like my luck is good. Now, I'm back." Fugen nodded, his eyes were still a little ashamed, but judging from his look and tone, the original imperial son who used to pursue perfection has returned. : "Can you tell me what the **** is going on? Father?"

There were many memories flashing in the emperor's eyes. He finally nodded, and told Faugan the cause and effect of the incident, as well as the existence of Ryan: "He is the last gift Makado left me."

"Hello, my brother." Fogen shook hands with Ryan. The silver-haired beautiful man showed perfect etiquette and demeanor, with a slight gratitude on his face: "I don't want to say too much. I will use my performance to prove everything."

"Then I'm looking forward to it, brother." Ryan showed a smile. Before Faugan's perfect posture, Ryan's behavior was not natural. The brother in front of him was different from Anglong and Giliman. He seemed to be born not easy. Makes people feel close.

A set of specially-made aristocratic dresses was worn by Fukun, which reflected almost perfect aristocratic temperament. He put on a belt, tied a scarf, and arranged his collar.

After getting dressed, Fukun's eyes were a little sad: "Father, can I ask you something?"

"you say."

"I know your ability is resurrection... I want to know, Ferus, can they come back?" Fogen tried to ask. Upon hearing this question, both Angelang and Gilliman looked expectantly. Looking at the emperor's stalwart figure.

But this time they were going to be disappointed. The emperor shook his head lightly, his voice was very soft: "It's been ten thousand years."

Yes, it has been ten thousand years, and the four Primarchs present sighed for it.

There is only sadness on Faugan's face. Killing Ferus with his own hands and severely wounding Gilliman is always his nightmare: "I am really inexcusable. I owe you and everyone too much, father."

"Then I need your strength, Fogen, and you will go to Tyrell in the south with me."

"There is also a relic of an ancient sage. I won’t bother Ryan this time. I may need you to stay in this world. Now that you return to the empire, the timing is not right... I can’t stay here for a long time, some It's up to you."

"Sent by you, father."

…………

When the baron returned to his territory, he received a heroic triumphant treatment, with lights and festoons in the territory, and people cheered freely, cheering for the baron's victorious return, and cheering for another victory of the kingdom.

Serfs would not think of so many, foolish people also have valuable qualities. The baron is a holy grail knight, as long as it is made by holy grail knights, that is right, as long as the holy grail knights go out, then he will definitely win the victory, this is the kingdom The consensus of the people.

Although this situation is not absolute, the serfs never wanted so much. What they knew was that the baron wiped out the Red Duke and his army, and our hard-won good days finally did not have to be disturbed by the undead.

In early summer, the farmland above the wilderness was all green. Ryan rode a war horse straight across the road. The silver psionic armor and the holy grail knight emblem in front of him explained his identity.

"Hello! Lord Baron!"

"I pay my respects to you, Lord Baron!"

"Good noon! Your Excellency Baron."

"Hello, everyone!" Ryan said hello to his leaders politely, and the Red Duke's head hung on the **** of the elf war horse pine cones buckled as the war horse moved.

In the distance, the baron’s castle stood on the ground. It seemed that he had come back early. François’ army had not yet come to Jean, so Ryan rode a trot into his castle alone.

Everyone in the castle has already learned of his return. The female knight, wearing the standard uniform of a marquise, greeted him happily: "Ryan, you are back!"

"Yes, I'm back, Su Liya." Ryan rolled over and got off his horse. He saw Su Liya's beautiful figure. His face was full of smiles. The Holy Grail Knight stretched out his arms and let Su Liya rush into him. In his arms, he hugged her full of arms.

"You're all right, it's great, Ryan." Su Liya leaned gently on Ryan's chest and whispered: "I have always been worried about you, especially after Miss Veronica came back, she said You stayed with Gerald, Alfred, and Miss Teresa for the end..."

"Things are going well, but the process is never easy." Ryan held the female knight in his arms. He was a little sad: "Alfred and Gerrold were injured, especially Teresa. Covering our retreat, using excessive magic power, and now in a coma."

Su Liya looked at Ryan worriedly: "Then Miss Teresa is okay?"

"It shouldn't be too serious. I just have to rest for a few months." Ryan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He took the female knight's tender little hand and walked towards the inside of the castle together: "By the way, what about Veronica and the others?"

"Miss Veronica returned to the Baronial with someone a few days ago. She and Ester, Dyce and Mr. Eber and other two demon hunters returned to the territory, and they suffered a little from their bodies. "Injury." Su Liya said gently: "It's not a serious injury. I have paid the demon hunter. Mr. Estelle and Mr. Dess will get a vacation. As for Miss Veronica, she Now I am continuing to monitor the progress of my wizard tower."

"Desperate woman." Ryan knows Veronica too much. She has always been like this. If Ryan is by her side, she will occasionally stop and enjoy the tender time of two people. As long as Ryan is not there, she is like a The resting machine never stops.

"What about you? Are you going to be so desperate? Ryan?" With a faint smile on Su Liya's face, she said to Ryan: "The bath water has been arranged. Waiting for you in the bathroom."

"Okay." Ryan nodded continuously, fighting for a long time, sneaking in after nine deaths, fighting hard and purifying Fugen's consumption, Ryan was indeed tired.

Fifteen minutes later, the bathroom in the castle.

The thick mist filled, Ryan immersed his body in the hot water and gasped for a long time. This time he went out to fight, he added a few small wounds to his sturdy body, but all of them quickly recovered. The sound of water, the white tiles, the large bathtub, and the water outlet of the lion sculpture are all masterpieces of the court craftsmen of Winford.

The water is clear, rippling swaying in the bath, the mountains outside the window are undulating, clouds and mists are lingering, the early summer wind blows the green leaves on the boulders in the valley, and it contrasts with the blue water of the Chinon River. In the bathroom, the dark elf sits. Behind Ryan, rubbing her back, black waist-length hair covering her fragrant shoulders and her wheaten skin, a pair of small hands holding a towel, black and white maid dressing on her body, just because in the bathroom, The dark elf took off her stockings, revealing her long delicate legs and bare feet: "Master~"

"Olica, nothing is going on at home for this period of time, right?" Ryan comfortedly enjoyed Olica's service.

"No, Miss Suria is very nice and gentle to all of us. She handles everything very well."

"That's good." Ryan nodded, and there was nothing wrong with choosing Su Liya.

"But..." The dark elf seemed hesitant to speak.

"But what?" Ryan turned around and kissed Olica's lips.

"His Royal Highness Morgiana is not very good lately. I can see that she is very restrained, but...Master, I think you still have to go and see her." The dark elf cautiously tentatively said: "Because...I can see. Tell me what she really wants to say to you."

"I also plan to go to her to report this time after I take a shower, but before that~" Ryan stretched out his hand with a smirk.

The scream of the dark elf and the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom. After that, the sound gradually became smaller and then inaudible... I want to chat with more like-minded people. WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Reading Literature" and talks about life. , Find a confidant~