Warhammer Divine Throne

On a small clearing in the tropical rainforest.

Fugen stopped his steps, the Primarch of the Emperor’s Sons was very tall, although among his brothers, he was only considered a small stature, yet among humans, he was particularly tall.

The mutations of the Old World delved deep into the world, every day, mutated children were born, the majority of humans viewed mutation as a curse, but the Northern Barbarians considered mutation a blessing from the Evil Gods. Regardless, humans of this world were relatively more experienced than normal humans, with slightly taller statures not seeming so strange.

Fugen held the hilt of his power sword at his waist, his bright eyes fixed on Kuga, who was undoubtedly a loyal servant of the Ancient Saint, possibly the strongest among them.

A mocking expression appeared on the Primarch’s face as he thought of the Great Crusade. Back then, he and that person faced countless aliens together, binding them in deep friendship through their victories, sharing a cup of wine.

He had always worshipped and emulated the person he admired and revered, one of the fundamental reasons for his eventual downfall was his admiration and respect for the Warmaster Horus, and the Great Demon of Slaanesh within his sword.

Even today, he remembers Horus’s tone and decides to speak the words.

Whether the alien across could understand or not, it’s tradition.

”In the name of the human Emperor and His Empire, I claim this world. For the loyal, I bring justice and truth; for the guilty, I bring punishment and death.”

The only response to Fugen was the roar of Kuga and the scream of Kuimok, Kuga’s mount.

The Primarch’s gaze turned somewhat wistful; during the Great Crusade, he and his legion asked similar questions in front of many places, many aliens.

The responses were varied; the one from the lizardman in front of him did not surprise him.

What truly surprised him was, when he asked the question, ripples of emotion surged within his own heart.

Where are the loyal descendants?

Where is the past glory?

Where is the Emperor’s Son’s pride?

All that is now fleeting haze, that past brilliance is no more, so let the Emperor’s son forge new glory for him, Fugen raised the power sword in his hand: ”For the Emperor!”

”Roar!!!” The loyal servant of the Ancient Saint, the Last Guardian of the Ashhot Clan, the Lizardman War Leader launched the first attack.

The Divine Tlanxla Spear once held by an Ancient Saint clashed head-on with the Golden Power Sword Glory bestowed by the Emperor!

”Bang!” The Ancient Saint’s spear is extraordinary, Fugen immediately felt the immense force from the spear, the Primarch felt a terrifying power coming from the sword, he was planning to deftly deflect the massive force when Kuimok, Kuga’s mount, didn’t give him a chance! The huge tyrannosaurus directly rammed into Fugen with its head.

”Ugh!” Fugen was knocked back a few steps by the force, he swiftly reversed the sword, gripping the power sword tightly with both hands, angrily slashing down.

”Clang!” Kuga lifted his spear immediately to block, the War Leader and his mount were directly struck down by Fugen’s blade, Kuimok narrowly avoided Fugen’s second sword with a roll.

Fugen’s sword carved out a deep trench over ten meters long and more than a meter wide, the Primarch didn’t have time to regret missing the target as he immediately raised his sword to fend off Kuga’s fierce attack, the Ancient Saint’s spear swept in with barrier-breaking force, Fugen blocked the first blow vigorously.

The power of the Divine Tlanxla Spear unmatched, Kuga rotated his body in an incredible manner after his first strike was blocked, dealing a second strike consecutively, Fugen nimbly flipped to evade, the sword edge of the power sword tracing a whirl in the air.

In an instant, the power sword and the Venerable God Spear clashed five times in the air.

”I am the Emperor’s Son! And you, are nothing!” Fugen’s strength continually gathered in his body, the sword edge of the power sword narrowly grazing past Kuga’s neck, Fugen directly reached out grabbing Kuimok’s face, lifting Kuga and his tyrannosaurus Kuimok with one arm, turning them twice in the air, then smashing them into a large tree.

The tree trunk snapped with a sound, Kuga and his mount fell into the dense shrubs with a tremendous noise.

The next second, a bolt of blue lightning tore through the space from the shrubs toward Fugen, Fugen holding the sword with both hands, the golden power sword bursting forth with ultimate power, Kuga had no time to launch an offensive but had to immediately use the spear to block, but it reached out to grab Fugen’s neck.

”Boom!” The rainforest kicked up a cloud of dust as Fugen and Kuga crashed out together.

When the dust settled, both human soldiers and lizardman army witnessed a fearful confrontation.

Fugen’s swordsmanship was exquisite, his moves so fast there were countless shadows in human vision, the Legion Commander seemed to appear in three places at once, launching fierce attacks toward the Lizardman War Leader.

Every attack was a shadow, every second, the power sword in Fugen’s hand struck Kuga at least five times.

”Legend, always exists.” Fugen unleashed all his power, forcing Kuga to retreat repeatedly.