This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 554 Why didn't you just not take it in the first place?
Forgrim, Primarch of the Third Legion's Son of the Emperor, son of Chemoth, the noble Purple Phoenix.

He is the brother who most resembles Guilliman among the Primarchs.

Equally arrogant, equally great, both leaders of developed nations, equally adept at management, equally distinguished in battle, and both possessing the capacity to treat Astartes and mortals alike.

Same—

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Guilliman didn't want to use the word "perfect" because it was too arrogant.

As for Horus.
The loyal centaur is undoubtedly the pinnacle of all his brothers. Having grown up surrounded by love, he possesses a psychological height that no one but Guilliman has, as well as extraordinary insight that Guilliman himself acknowledges is inferior to.

In other words, he was extremely unlucky to have been born with Abaddon, the unfortunate son who killed his father twice.

Therefore, in Guilliman's view, apart from Horus, the unofficial warlord, the only person who could truly rival Guilliman in terms of comprehensiveness was the person right in front of him.

Fugrim.

He looked at the man before him, recalling the image of him from the books his brothers had compiled and published—an image that, by Guilliman's standards, was quite remarkable.

Like his Primarch brothers, the infant Forgrim was kidnapped by his mother, Ilda, and thrown to various remote planets in the galaxy.

He landed in Chemos.

Chemos was originally a very prosperous interplanetary trading port during the Great Crusade, but with the Eldar opening the Eye of Terror, warp storms blocked faster-than-light travel, making interplanetary trade impossible, and the planet's natural resources were insufficient to support its large population.

So when Fugrim arrived, Chemos's resources for survival had become extremely scarce.

People modified the remaining processing plants on Chemos to barely produce the necessary supplies for survival on the already highly polluted planet. Any unnecessary waste was prohibited, any unnecessary reproduction was monitored, and almost all aspects of spiritual and cultural life were abolished.

Then, as the Primarch's incubation chamber crashed into the ground like a meteorite, creating a huge hole, a group of scouts discovered the infant Forgrim on a stormy night.

Given the circumstances at the time, the orphans on Chemos would have been killed immediately to conserve resources.

However, the Primarch is special. Even before he was awake, Forgrim instinctively emitted a magical defensive aura in the incubation chamber, filling everyone who saw him with a protective instinct.

The local officials were amazed by this quality, so they gave him a name.

Fugraim, meaning in honor of the ancient god of Chemos, then sent him to be raised by a working-class family of Chemos.

As the Primarch, Forgrim also grew at a rate far exceeding that of ordinary people.

But his starting point in life, like Guilliman's, was very different from that of other Primarchs.

Because Fugrim didn't become a warrior, leader, or object of worship for the locals from the beginning, but instead, after realizing the situation in Chemos, he chose to first go to Chemos's factory and become an ordinary factory worker.

During this period, Forgrim did not simply rely on the Primarch's superpowers to do more work, but began to observe the operation of the factories that were the lifeblood of Chemoth and to learn those ancient technologies.

He knows how to improve personnel arrangements to make processing more efficient, and he also knows how to revive those cutting-edge technologies lost since the Dark Ages of technology. He also generously shares this knowledge, leading his fellow workers to create more things.

Over time, through his wisdom and ingenuity, Fogrim led the people to greatly improve various infrastructures on Chemos, optimize the industrial structure, and restore ancient technology. The locals finally solved the harsh problem of food and clothing and began to have time to enjoy their spiritual lives.

More importantly, throughout this process, Forgrim demonstrated a very positive will and motivation.

He led the workers out of the quagmire of working just to survive, encouraged the Chemos people to change their situation, enrich themselves, and strive to realize their self-worth, rather than spending their lives as laborers toiling away for survival, and provided them with a real environment.

"Perhaps the people of Chemos will never again become that magnificent pearl in the sea of ​​stars, but now, at least we can once again cherish our dreams, look up at the stars, and move towards that great pursuit."

This is what he said to his people.

Forgrim was one of only three Primarchs who had become rulers of the planet before the Emperor found them, and who led the entire planet into a state of extreme prosperity.

After Vograim pledged allegiance to the Empire as a planetary leader, the Emperor introduced him to his Third Legion.

A legion of two hundred men.

The Third Legion suffered heavy losses due to the contamination of its gene seed and years of fighting before arriving in Chemos, resulting in a deficit. Some companies were left with only one soldier, but they still proudly raised their company flags.

Forgrim also knelt before his sons, then stood up and said to them:
"You are the Emperor's chosen people, his messengers, his warriors, his children. It is only the beginning. Just like the reborn Chemoths, the Space Marines of the Third Legion will also forge their own future through our joint efforts."

Then Forgrim led two hundred sons of the Emperor all the way to 110,000 men by the end of the Great Crusade.

Furthermore, it became the legion most favored by mortals to fight alongside, while maintaining good cooperative relationships with many worlds, and was also one of the benchmarks for the future integration of Astartes and mortals in the eyes of the Emperor.

If Guilliman's Ultramarines were more expansive and inclusive, yet still possessed an inescapable warlike undertone, it would be like the ancient Rome that conquered the world.

Then the Emperor's Sons, led by Forgrim, are even more magnificent, full of jewels and jewels, bright and vivid, presenting an overall sense of mystery, nobility, magnificence and inviolability, and are Byzantium that has pushed imperial culture to a new height.

When Guilliman became interested in the history before the 21st century because of the Dawnwings and wanted to find more common topics to learn about, he felt a strong sense of déjà vu regarding the kingdoms and styles of these Primarchs.

The two are like two sides of the same coin, but Forgrim is clearly more popular, more refined, and more—

Guilliman couldn't help but think of his disastrous performance in the Battle of Thessalon.

He firmly refused his sons' advice to abandon the mission and to consider the long-term consequences. Confident, he leaped aboard the Imperial Pride with the Imperial Sword in hand, only to have his throat slit by Forgrim in a brief exchange.

The key point is that the Ultramarines fleet managed to evacuate even without him, which indirectly reflects that he was the one who dragged the team down in this operation.

Therefore, losing to Forgrim in a one-on-one duel will always be the most humiliating thing for Guilliman.

He could accept losing to Anglong and Luojia.

Not only did these two win unfairly, but Luo Jia is also a religiously obsessed idiot who can't distinguish right from wrong.

If Guilliman were to build the City of Perfection, it would not only be a religious facility, but also a super-megastructure that would concentrate the resources of hundreds of star systems, combining scientific research institutions serving the Great Expedition with political, military, and social institutions. At that time, even if he wanted to pray to the Emperor, the Emperor would not be willing to send people to burn it down.

Angron was physically cerebral palsy, and considering his actual actions, Guilliman could only offer him heartfelt sympathy; arguing with him for even a second would be a waste of his time.

Guilliman always felt that the world was against him.

The hardware is clearly fine, so why does he always lose Primarch duels?
It's been written into history now, and the worst part is he can't deny it!
But now, at this very moment.

He can't rush things.

Guilliman looked at the grinning Ramses and took a deep breath.

Don't rush.

He vaguely heard the hearty laughter of a feline creature still fighting in the hazy star field.

“This is different!” Guilliman’s face turned red the moment Ramses finished speaking.

Veins bulged on his forehead as the Imperial Regent struggled to control his tone and began to argue.

"One failure doesn't mean every time will be a failure. War is not like administrative work, with specific templates and dynamic adjustments. The battlefield situation changes in an instant, and there's no guarantee of being 100% correct."

Then came a series of incomprehensible phrases, such as 'insufficient preparation,' 'poor condition,' and 'next time for sure.'
The Emperor's children, especially Rellano and Taviz, who were concerned about Forgrim and had always believed that "the Primarch must be corrected and not go down the old path," were initially worried about the Primarch's performance and his conflict with the Lord of the Knights.

As a result of Arthur's posture and Ramses' words, Lord Guilliman, while relieved, also felt his tension ease, as if his worries had been greatly reduced.

The naturally lively Taviz covered his mouth tightly and secretly glanced at the ancient sage, who had somehow already fastened his helmet and locked himself in armor.

If I were to laugh now, Astartes' career would be over.

I'm afraid Lord Guilliman will catch me and take me to the government office of the Glory of Macragge, where I'll spend my whole life in prison.

I don't want that kind of life!
They would rather go to remote star sectors with the Holy Blood Angels to help alleviate poverty!
"Pfft~"

A suppressed laugh broke the eerie atmosphere.

The Astartes immediately shifted their attention to see which warrior it was.

Nigel the Windcaller, who had been trying his best to maintain his composure from the very beginning, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Oh, space wolf.

Everyone immediately understood.

Not surprising then.

Just kidding. These rebellious bastards dared to mock the Wolf King ten thousand years ago, openly defy his orders, and call Lemanrus an idiot. It would be too difficult for them to hold back such harmless jokes.

Besides, there are no outsiders present; it's either the Great Expedition, Old Deng, or Astartes, and there's also the Primarch.

And frankly, Guilliman at this moment was much more vivid than the ambitious ruler they stereotyped him to be.

Even though he thought the argument would escalate into another fight and was preparing to apologize, Fogrem couldn't help but smile.

Looking at Guilliman's vivid appearance, and combining it with the history he had learned and the real memories in his mind, Forgrim understood what Arthur and the others were trying to express.

"Yes, just like Guilliman's repeated setbacks in battle due to unforeseen circumstances, even when he had better options, Guilliman still chose the strategy of slaying generals, which aligned with his understanding of warfare."

Arthur offered an objective analysis.

"This was Guilliman's assessment based on his own strength and the battlefield situation, but the result—"

"But the thirteenth prince clearly made some oversights in his own judgment."

Ramses continued to finish off his opponent.

Is this never going to end?
Having clearly heard the lion's laughter through subspace perception, Guilliman was getting increasingly anxious watching his brothers put on this act.

He was now itching to drag this Forgrim to the arena for a fight, to see if Forgrim would win again, or if Guilliman would emerge victorious.

"Correct."

Arthur nodded to Fogrem.

Do not! ! !
Guilliman's complexion visibly turned pale.

"the same as you."

The Lord of Knights patted Fugrim on the shoulder at the same time.

well.

The emperor's sons observed silently from the sidelines.

There are now statues of two Primarchs.

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Upon hearing Arthur's words, Fugrem's embarrassed expression seemed to be etched onto his face.

He possesses memories of part of the period of Forgrim's corruption, and his overall memory of the Great Crusade and the Great Rebellion is also very complete. Naturally, he also knows how the Slaanesh Primarch fell into corruption.

Although everyone knows that the corruption of evil gods is hard to guard against, being seduced and corrupted by a demon hidden in a piercing sword is still too shocking for the Primarch.

When Guilliman was assassinated by Alpha, he was stabbed with the same ritual dagger used to stab Horus. As a result, he ended up in the ICU, while a bunch of Ultramarines were scolded by their mothers at the gates of Hera Fortress for a day before being perfectly fine again.

Forgrim, what's wrong with your willpower?
"So our requirement for you has never been that you must resist those temptations."

Just as Forgrim was feeling ashamed of his past experiences, Arthur said.

Fugrim looked up and gazed into those eyes, which remained as calm as a still lake.

It contains not the strictness that educators of this universe are known for, but rather a heartfelt tolerance.

"Faced with these temptations, what we need to do is to eliminate them, curb them as soon as they appear, and seek help when we encounter difficulties, instead of trying to shoulder them on our own, because you are never just representing yourself."

Does Dawnwing oppose Guilliman's revenge against Fulgrim?
Of course not. Revenge has an inherent sense of justice. Don't you see how many controversial works in the past would have involved forgiveness of enemies in the end, which is because the people who hurt others did not pay the price they deserved?

Not to mention Guilliman, the person directly involved.

The Wings of Dawn objected to Guilliman's desire to take revenge on Fulgrim in a one-on-one duel.

Now that Fuggen, the Primarch, has become like that, is it because he doesn't understand those principles? Is it because he doesn't know right from wrong?

Could the gentle original spirit who could carry a little girl who had offended an Astartes celebration on his shoulders, and then respond to the people's enthusiasm and share their joy, not know that he was falling into an abyss?
This is because I simply can't quit.

I understand the logic, but it's just too exhilarating, I just can't control myself.

To put it bluntly, the initial premise of Dawnwing was not to require you to break free from the temptation of chaos, but rather to hope that you would not get involved in it in the first place.

Knowing that you can't quit is nothing to be ashamed of.

It's truly foolish to knowingly provoke someone you can't quit.

(End of this chapter)