Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Author: Ultimate Phantom

Summary:

Imperial Chronicler: May I ask why you chose the Space Wolves Chapter?

Balder Iron Forge Hammer: Because it was thrown there.

Imperial Chronicler: What do you think is the greatest strength of the noble Primarch?

Balder. Iron Forge Hammer: Be kind to your own people.

Imperial Chronicler: How did you become so powerful?

Badr Iron Forge Hammer: An investment made by one's own ability and hard work.

Imperial Chronicler: How do you respond when the Imperial High Lords accuse you of hiding a secret?

Balder Iron Hammer: Wait a moment.

Bader picked up the communicator and dialed a number: Tell the 13th Company, I want to eat fish!

Volume One

Chapter 1 The Traveler from Fenris

"Well, this familiar atmosphere has finally returned." Baldur Ironhammer looked at the furnaces and smoke billowing from the chimneys in the distance, and a feeling of pride welled up in his heart. If the planet beneath his feet wasn't called Fenris, he would be even happier.

"Thank goodness, just being able to return to the real universe is great." Balder, enduring the 996 work schedule on Blue Star, was a master at self-reflection. He was indeed a time traveler, but his journey was rather tortuous. Initially, he found himself in a strangely turbulent ocean, permeated by invisible energy tides. Endless whispers echoed in his ears, and an unseen existence lurked in the darkness. Here, there was no time, no direction. Only bitter cold and fear. Countless predators lurked, seemingly ready to take his life at any moment, yet he miraculously survived!

After an unknown amount of time, a crack appeared before his eyes. After he emerged from this strange sea, a baby named Balder Ironhammer was born on the Iron Islands of the planet Fenris. Only then did Balder realize where he had traveled to!

The bad news is that Fenris, one of the three Death Worlds of the Warhammer universe and home to the Space Wolves Chapter, has been visited by the Primarchs of Chaos, the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, and the Dark Angels. Each time, it was a bloody battle. And when there were no external enemies, Fenris's climate, geology, and every inhabitant would kill you! Even in the Warhammer universe, few places have been as plagued by disaster as Fenris, and even fewer have managed to survive!

The good news was that the tusks of Asaheim hadn't yet risen, and no external disaster had yet visited this deadly world. Even better news was that Balder was born in the Iron Islands of Fenris. Here, the Fenrisians didn't need to fight or migrate; they simply worked their ironwork and forged iron, earning a steady supply of supplies from other tribes. The huge difference in industrial output kept the people of other tribes as busy as huskies pulling sleds! Thinking of this, Balder felt that his life was not bad. At least, the Iron Islands were stable and powerful.

Balder grew up in such a decent environment, and as he grew up, Balder discovered his own peculiarities. He could see the souls of other people and feel the magical power mentioned in the Fenris mythology.

As someone with a modicum of Warhammer experience, he naturally knew it was psychic energy! However, thinking of the unspeakable existence within the Warp, Balder rarely used psychic energy. For himself, for his family and friends, and even for the entire Iron Islands. His soul was special, and Balder truly worried that his psychic energy would bring disaster.

However, gold always shines. As the holder of a dual degree in mechanical manufacturing and metallurgy, and a keen online literature enthusiast familiar with various time travel manuals, Balder can still show his talents in this backward world.

Relying on his formidable mental strength and the knowledge and experience of his past life, Balder became the youngest and most accomplished forging master in the entire Iron Islands. Subsequently, under Balder's leadership, the Iron Islands Industrial Trust rapidly expanded and prospered, rapidly advancing Fenrisian civilization from the Iron Age toward the First Industrial Revolution! And now, Balder was ready to create the first hand-cranked generator!

"Have you heard? In the continent of Asaheim, a new king has risen and is unifying the entire continent at an unimaginable speed."

"It is said that this new king, named Russ, is so strong that he is not human. He once wrestled with a mammoth and even strangled the monster with Hydra's tentacles!"

"He alone can defeat a tribe of thousands, and now he seems to have set his sights on the Iron Islands!" The whispers of a group of workers in the distance couldn't hide from Balder's extraordinary perception, and upon hearing this news, Balder felt completely unwell. However, Balder, who had been living in fear since birth, had already grown very worried.

"A person's destiny must be determined by his own struggles, but it must also be determined by the tide of history!" After hearing this news, Balder already understood the era he was in, and knew what he should do... The Great Crusade had begun, and the countdown to the Emperor's coming had begun.

Balder hadn't yet decided what to do next, but he knew resisting Leman Russ's takeover of the Iron Islands Industrial Trust was impossible! Even though he was the strongest warrior in the Iron Islands, even though he possessed muskets, cannons, and steamships, many of his opponents were still equipped with Stone Age equipment. But Russ alone was all he needed to pacify the Iron Islands!

"Chief, Elder Tasin wants to see you about something. He hopes you can visit him after sunset today." Mitchell Furnace, Balder's best apprentice and subordinate came to him and reported to Balder.

"Okay, tell Elder Tashin that I will go on time today." Bader's expression changed slightly.

If there was one person in the entire tribe who Balder now felt awe and incomprehensibility, it was Elder Tashin. The people of the Iron Islands had a very mixed impression of him. He was an excellent teacher, a powerful warrior, a learned sage, but also a man of unknown origin who loved to play pranks!

But only Balder knew that there was something amiss about the man calling himself Tasin. His soul fire was, in Balder's eyes, eerie. He was clearly near death, yet he persevered! His words and actions evoked an indescribable strangeness. So, when Balder heard Rus's name, he felt a twinge of joy. After all, if the sky falls, there's always someone tall enough to hold it up!

Shaking his head to dispel the worries in his mind, Balder still needed to continue working, perfecting the line drawing of the ship on paper tanned from animal skins. The various sea monsters near the Iron Islands have always been a big trouble. Now it's time to let them taste the justice of artillery!

"The gears of fate are about to turn, and this time, what will happen to a distant speck of dust?" At this time, in the residence of Elder Tasin, the elderly elder, who was so old that his bones were visible, made a hoarse voice, and a pale green light shot out of his eyes.

"Maybe the result will be better, maybe it will be terrible. But no matter what, I will not lose, never lose." The old skin trembled, and an exaggerated smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"No, no, no, you can't think like that. The important thing is to do the work. The rest can be put aside." Tashin laughed dryly and straightened up, looking out the window expectantly.

Chapter 2 You Should Know Who I Am

"Hello, Elder Tashin, do you have something to talk to me about?" After sunset, Balder came to the elder's residence. After a brief greeting, Balder went straight to the point.

"Take a seat, young traveler. Don't you think that sometimes in life you should relax, look back at where you have been, and take a break?" Tasin looked at Bader with his dim eyes, and pointed at the seat in front of him with his fingers like chicken claws.

"Come, sit down and keep me, the ancient one, company." Upon hearing these words, many of Balder's dusty memories came flooding back like a tide, and he shuddered all over at the implicit meaning of these words.

"The sea breeze today is a bit cold." Looking at the open window in the attic, Balder stood up, concealing his nervousness and fear as much as possible, and walked towards the distant window.

"No need to work so hard." Elder Tashin snapped his fingers, and the originally open window quickly closed. The dim oil lamp suddenly became brighter. Under the light, Tashin's wrinkled face shone with a strange light.

"The gears of fate are about to turn, and I am leaving. But before I leave, I think we need to be honest." Before Tasin finished speaking, a ball of bright flame rose into the air from Bader's hand. In an instant, the shining flame turned into a sharp sword.

Tension and excitement filled Balder's senses. It was the first time he had used offensive psychic energy, yet this strange power was so docile in his hands, allowing him to change shape, gather, compress, and shape it as he wished! If any psykers in the Empire saw this scene, they would surely admire Balder's psychic talent.

Yet, all of this vanished with a snap, like a soap bubble, at the instant Tashin waved his hand! Then, with Tashin's next gesture, Bader keenly sensed that everything around him had stopped moving. The drifting dust hung motionless in the air, the faint draft within the house vanished, and the flickering flames retained the shape they had held a second before. The passage of time seemed to have been paused, with only Bader's thoughts still functioning, his brain still able to function.

"Stationary Field?!" Balder was surprised to see such a high-end gadget in Fenris. When he looked at Tasin again, the elder's soul fire had dissipated, but he was still smiling at his student.

"Now, guess who I am?" A slightly playful tone echoed through the room, and Tashin's eyes flashed with a creepy green light. Parts of his skin were cracked, gleaming with a metallic sheen. "You should know me."

Without a soul, it must be dead. The so-called soul he had seen earlier must have been some kind of device. Now, as the entire room was illuminated by a pale green light, Balder was already 90% certain of the race of the person before him. And thinking of a famous entertainer from that terrifying clan, a name suddenly came to mind.

"The Infinite?" Balder asked tentatively. He didn't dare to say the words "Figure King".

"As I expected. You are an anomaly of fate, a being that travels between history and the future." Trazyn, the Infinite One, straightened up with interest and began circling around Balder. "I truly want to take you away and place you in my museum... I believe you will become its most precious and dazzling exhibit."

"No, that's not good. I want you to tell me about this ten-thousand-year history and the secrets behind it. Then tell me when I can obtain a certain precious historical collection. I want you to narrate history to me for eight hours a day, five days a week! Yes, that's it!"

Trazyn said this while paying attention to Balder's expression. However, what surprised Trazyn was that this precious collection had a hint of fear on its face at first, but then seemed to be eager to try...

"Work 40 hours a week, with free food and accommodation, and guaranteed safety, why didn't you say so earlier!" At this moment, Bader seemed to have the idea in his mind that he might as well go along with it...

"You seem to be longing for this kind of life?" Trazyn's voice suddenly rose, and at the same time he released his stasis stance.

"You don't know the darkness of this universe." Balder sighed.

"Darkness? It is true for you, but for me, both the troubles in the warp and your human empire that is about to rise are just actors in a stage play called the Galaxy." Trazyn snorted.

"I know you're bragging, but I won't say anything." Balder was silent. If you really don't care, Cadian, don't come!

"Come, tell me what you know. I can give you three minutes to tell me something that interests me." Trazyn leaned over and walked in front of Baldur. "And this will determine your fate."

"Three minutes? What do you mean?"

"That's right. In theory, no one can disturb us during these three minutes, and no one will know about this later. Except me." Trazyn looked at the alien visitor before him. He truly wanted to use technology to extract everything from his brain. However, the warning of a certain nemesis from countless epochs, and his intuition, told him that this was impossible. It would only destroy this precious collection! It would be an unbearable waste!

"Will you not be disturbed?" Baldur looked at Trazyn and continued, "If my meeting you here is not a coincidence, then there must be a reason why my soul has survived the warp. Who protected me, and what did they want?"

"Hmm?! An interesting topic!" Trazyn's eyes flashed green, and it was obvious that he was in a very good mood. "Then guess how you survived? Who protected you? If you guess correctly, there's a reward!"

"If you answer incorrectly, it only proves that you're not up to my expectations. I've wasted over a decade of my life in such a desolate and harsh place, disguised as a human. I'll be furious, and the consequences will be dire." Trazyn pointed outside the house. "I'll take everything with me."

"So, I have no choice?"

"of course."

"Well, obviously, it can't be those four." Balder said carefully.

In a world with true gods, even a name or a hint could draw the attention of certain beings. For decades, Balder had been wary, daring not even to think about it, fearing the Four Gods would open the door and inspect the water meter. However, now, despite the guaranteed technological ceiling of the Warhammer world, Balder remained cautious, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Chapter 3: No Luck in the Warhammer World

"Why?" Trazyn asked, smiling.

"Those four are the real enemies of the Necrontyr. You won't tolerate them." Balder said after thinking for a moment.

For a powerful Necron Overlord, few in this galaxy could truly strike fear into their hearts. Chaos, incidentally, is one of the Necrontyr's greatest enemies; otherwise, Trazyn wouldn't have personally intervened in the 40th Millennium era and activated the ancient Cadian facility. And now, having likely acquired a fragment of the future, Trazyn still seems to be willing to communicate with him, indicating that the Chaos Gods haven't yet influenced him.

"It can't be those two either." Balder's second choice was to make a fool of himself because he wasn't an orc.

"It can't be the Great Devourer either. It's still too early for him to step onto the galactic stage. And the Necrons are very weak in the Warp." After successively eliminating many bigwigs in the Warhammer world, the answer has actually been narrowed down to a very small range.

Legend has it that there are ancient saints, emperors, and the Eldar's Laughing God, all of whom have been exterminated but may still exist. However, now is the most crucial moment, and choosing one among these three is extremely difficult.

"Ancient Saints are highly unlikely," Balder pondered. This speculation was too far-fetched. The idea of ​​an Ancient Saint still alive was inherently vague, and even if one existed, they probably wouldn't pay much attention to this speck of dust from another world.

Then there was the Emperor and the Eldar's Laughing God. It was a choice, and Baldur was in a dilemma. From a racial perspective, the Emperor was the most likely choice. But if the Emperor truly cared about him, then Trazyn's presence here was illogical.

After all, if his escape from the Warp was the Emperor's doing, then He should know his place. Furthermore, Leman Russ was also present, and Baldur didn't believe Trazyn would risk exposing himself to the Emperor by playing a game with him for over a decade. Stealing gene-seed from the Moon was one thing, but confronting the Emperor after stealing something was another.

The last God of Laughter still seems impossible on the surface, but if you look at it from another perspective, when all possibilities are ruled out, then even the most unlikely option must be true.

Compared to the previous great powers, the Laughing God had a major disadvantage: the race he represented, and his own power, were the lowest! Even at their worst, the Emperor and humanity were in a state of sustained decline. And the Laughing God wasn't particularly powerful among the Eldar gods of his day. Therefore, he held so few cards in his hand, and was extremely cautious about any possible outcome. Because he had no trump cards, he focused on minor figures like himself.

Now, there's another point that seems logically counterintuitive: the hostile relationship between the Eldar and the Necrons. However, consider that the Harlequin God might even have made a deal with S to retrieve the One-Horned Soul. So, at least from the Harlequin God's subjective perspective, a deal with Trazyn is also possible. And what about Trazyn? As a figure king determined to record history, he'd probably also be eager to collect this anomaly, right?

Thus, a potential deal was struck. The Laughing God passed on the news to Trazyn, who, out of curiosity or perhaps some other reason, traveled to Fenris. Besides collecting, the Infinite One also enjoyed cosplay. It's possible he'd been role-playing for over a decade. As for the fate of the clowns who delivered the Laughing God's message, the lives and deaths of these minor figures seemed unimportant to the adults.

"The God of Laughter. It must be the God of Laughter." Balder said firmly.

"Haha." Trazyn pointed out the window, as if as long as he wanted, the entire tribe of the Iron Islands would become his collection.

"Your answer..." As Trazyn's voice teased, Balder's heart rose to his throat. The scene outside the window began to distort and change, as if everything was heading in the worst direction.

"That's right!" Tarasim's mischievous voice sounded again. Everything outside the window was just an illusion. Looking at the nervous and frightened Balder slumped in the chair, Tarasim laughed. He really liked the feeling of teasing people.

"Why do you guess it's the surviving Eldar?" Trazyn made no secret of his attitude towards the Eldar, even though this being was called God!

"Because He is the weakest, He will try every possible way to seize every variable."

"Very good, very good." Trazyn nodded, with a look of approval in his eyes.

"It was his subordinates who told me this news. However, after I got the news, I turned the messenger into my exhibit. But he didn't lose out, because the messenger was a unicorn, one of those guys whose souls were destined to be devoured after death. And I just want exhibits, living exhibits, not their lives." said Trazyn.

"Your wisdom should be rewarded, outsider. But now, there is another opportunity before you. You can use one sentence to prove your value, or your value to me. Are you interested?" asked Trazyn.

"You want to know a fragment of the future? A very important fragment?" Balder raised his eyebrows.

"of course."

"Aren't you afraid of the consequences? There are many things that cannot be thought about, let alone said." Balder said in a serious tone.

"I've said before, three minutes. Within three minutes, it doesn't matter what you say. This is the Endless's guarantee, the promise of the Lord of the Nihilak Dynasty." Trazyn paused and continued, "Besides, you don't want that dark future to repeat itself on this timeline, do you?"

"Haha." Balder smiled without saying anything.

"Are you questioning my ability?" Trazyn asked unkindly.

"I just want to keep both you and me safer. Besides, I'm not really opposed to being your exhibit." Balder said fearlessly.

If Trazyn offered a long-term contract, Balder would have agreed... Of course, this was just a joke, but Balder knew that if he wanted to survive the Great Crusade and the Great Rebellion, he would need a backer! Even if he sold it, he had to get a good price, right?

"You once wanted to stop something from happening, but ultimately you failed, and this failure led to serious consequences." Balder said carefully.

Hearing Balder's words, Trazyn's body frowned, but then walked to the window and pointed to the sky. "This is my confidence!"

Chapter 4: The Unspeakable

"This..." When Balder looked out the window, an unusually shining star appeared in Balder's eyes. According to his experience over the past decade, there shouldn't be a bright star in the sky at this time!

With the help of psychic power, Balder's extraordinary intuition crossed countless distances. Finally, he was stunned by the scene before him. In the Fenris galaxy, a huge metal planet shining with strange light appeared in front of Balder.

"World Engine?! You drove the World Engine over here?! Are you crazy? How dare you... There is someone here... He will not tolerate such provocation!" Balder looked at Tarasim in horror. He really couldn't imagine that Tarasim would adopt such radical and decisive means. This was not only a display of strength, but also a threat, a threat that would have serious consequences if he was not satisfied!

The power of the World Engine is undeniable. It's a creature that can only be killed by the plot in the background story! Perhaps it's not the most terrifying among the treasures of the Space Undead, but for other races in the real universe, a fully functioning World Engine is almost unstoppable.

"I'm surprised you know this," Trazyn said leisurely, sitting back in his chair. "It seems you know exactly what this means."

"Those guys in the subspace are indeed troublesome, but if they dare to come to the real universe and ruin my business, I will teach them a lesson they will never forget."

Trazyn's fingers tapped lightly on the chair, making a clicking sound. "You probably know what the Exorcist's Dead Zone is, right?"

"So what then? The soul-exorcising dead zone released by the world engine can eliminate all demons trying to come here. But what next? How can you guarantee that certain beings will find you or me through certain means? Of course, you have nothing to be afraid of, but what about me? Fate and logic, prophecy and the supernatural, this world has too many weird means." After the initial shock, Balder returned to rationality again.

"I have a friend known as Orikan the Scryer. He is the most proficient in divination among the Necrontyr..."

"I don't doubt the astrologer's level, I just doubt your first sentence..." Balder said expressionlessly.

"You know too much, Tuo!" Trazyn seemed genuinely angry. "But you can rest assured, he's definitely involved in the operation this time."

"Astrologer?" Balder recalled. It was said that this great fortune teller successfully predicted the fall of the Eldar, the rise of humans, the Great Rebellion and even the Great Rift.

Balder couldn't be sure whether this thing in the background was true or false, but he was certain that the so-called prophecy was only one possibility, and one event could have countless possibilities. Even the most powerful beings couldn't control all timelines. Not even the Astrologers, nor Tzeentch.