Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Under the cold sun, a loyal soul slowly wakes up.

At first he didn't understand where he was, but when he saw the rows of glory banners and the throne shining in the cold light of the sun, he knew that this place was gold that had been worshiped by the soldiers and civilians of the empire for thousands of years. throne.

The soul chose to shut up in shock, and a burning darkness flowed out from under the golden throne. It was composed of endless black-armored warriors. Each one was extremely silent, as if they were cast statues. Each one carried anger and hatred, and these emotions turned into a raging fire that wrapped around their armor.

Emotions such as compassion, indifference, recognition, respect, etc. mixed into a sacred voice that echoed around the soul, "You are worthy of your oath and faithfully fulfilled your obligations as a warrior. You have dedicated your life to mankind, and now I give Your right to choose. You can choose to rest in peace and enjoy the hard-earned tranquility under the protection of the throne. You can also move forward and continue to burn for the future of mankind until the end of time."

No hesitation, no thinking. The soul seemed to have imagined this scene thousands of times in his mind while he was still alive, and every time he had only one answer.

"Burn everything for the future of mankind! This is my supreme honor!"

The sacred flame rose after the words fell completely. His white soul was firmly protected by the black armor made of fire. All the glory turned into the pure white skull emblem on his chest, and all the anger and hatred turned into The hot flames wrapped around the black armor.

He became a Legion of the Damned warrior. And in the hazy sky of the Golden Throne, a phantom wrapped in flames surged out.

This is a giant among giants, with his strong arms exposed. The armor composed of the embers of carnage was controlled only by a head barely woven from invisible flames.

All the details reveal his identity. This person is the cursed original body of the Iron Hand - Ferus.

"Welcome to join us, now we have a tough battle to fight."

Ferrus and the Legion of the Damned disappeared from the foot of the Golden Throne, appearing like a stream of fire at the forefront of the war between the Emperor and Nurgle.

The weapons of the Cursed Legion, woven from hatred of Chaos, traitors, and xenos, are incredibly lethal to the evils of Nurgle. The demon of Nurgle, which required dozens or even hundreds of artillery shells from the Imperial Legion to kill, was wiped out by a few bullets from the soldiers of the Cursed Legion.

There is no end in sight to Nurgle's plague-weaving frenzy, and there is no time when the loyal magazines of the Cursed Legion will run out of ammunition. Although the war in the subspace seems grand and abnormal with the support of souls, it can also make onlookers feel that it is meaningless.

Ferus holds a heavy hammer. This hammer is simply an active volcano that will never stop. Every time it is swung, it will splash lava all over the sky.

The arm drove the hammer to swing wildly and hit the belly of a Great Unclean One. The wound in the intestines spurted out a large amount of filth and maggots, but it was meaningless to the furious Ferus.

The filth evaporated completely before it came into contact with the flames, and the maggots turned into bits of ashes. Ferrus slaughtered wildly among the Great Unclean Ones, his sledgehammer getting faster and faster, and soon weaving a huge storm of lava through the warp.

The storm ended, and millions of plague armies died at the hands of Ferus. But the next moment Nurgle's cauldron floating here poured out even more demons than before.

Ferus and the Cursed Legion did not care at all about the survival of the Plague Legion, because they did the same. With the power of the Emperor, they would gather again and again at the foot of the throne.

The cursed legion formed through thousands of years of sacrifice is not enough to suppress the demon army, but what if this age is extended indefinitely? Stretch it out to a hundred thousand years, a million years, tens of millions of years.

One day, the sacrifice of the Empire will make the Legion of the Cursed become unstoppable. Ferrus firmly believes in this and will devote all his efforts to this end.

After hammering thousands of demons to dust once more, Ferrus heard the Emperor's voice calling to him.

The Emperor rarely called him, and Ferrus didn't like it when the Emperor called him.

The Emperor was too broken, and every call made Ferus accept too much information to tear his soul apart. Although the Emperor would reunite Ferus' soul before it was shattered, that was nothing after all. What a great experience.

"Ferrus..." The emperor's voice sounded, blowing away Ferus' remaining sanity like a storm.

"Father." Ferus reluctantly responded.

The Emperor waited for Ferus' soul to stabilize, and then continued, "I have a task for you here, about your heir..."

"Sir..." Ferus thought for a while. He stared at the disordered sky in the subspace for a long time before he found the four vague words "Steel Hand" from the depths of his memory.

He has been in the Cursed Legion for too long, and the huge memory of killing demons has compressed the memory of life into a thin piece.

Seeing that Ferrus was remembering, the Emperor used a beam to carry Ferrus away from the battlefield.

"Although the current situation is somewhat different from what I thought, it is still a good time." Before sending Ferus away, the Emperor also comforted Ferus.

Ferus is not a person with strong self-control. In terms of ability, he has outstanding talents in engineering and scientific research with Perturabo, and in terms of personality, the two are also very similar.

Perturabo has a kind of autistic anger. When he encounters something unpleasant, he will keep it in until the volcano erupts.

Ferrus, on the other hand, was impulsive and irritable. Whenever he remembered that Dorn had publicly criticized his battle plan, he wanted to hit someone with his fists. The only reason he was more emotionally stable than Perturabo was because he had Fulgrim by his side, and whenever he lost his cool, he would think of Fulgrim to regain his mood. In comparison, Perturabo lacks such a good brother worth remembering.

Moreover, Ferus was really arrogant. The Emperor had not noticed it before, but after getting along with the cursed Ferus for a long time, he came to understand Ferus.

When Ferrus fought in the warp, he often fell into traps woven by the past with the Legion of the Curse. It is extremely difficult for those who step into it to distinguish the edge between reality and illusion, and can only rely on instinct to slowly explore.

The Emperor witnessed every scene of the exchange between Ferus and the Primarch in the trap, and there was only one central idea in summary.

Horus and Sanguinius are no heroes. He looks excellent, but he only looks great compared to other brothers with mediocre talents. If compared with me, the two of them are still slightly inferior.