Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Chapter 342 Go find Magnus

"I already know your request." A deep voice sounded in Lorgar's ears. This made Lorgar shudder. At this moment, a blurry, earthy yellow figure appeared on the altar.

"Great Lord of Plague and Entropy, Lord of Despair and Regeneration. Your followers pray for your favor." Lorgar didn't dare to look directly at the shadow. He knelt on the ground humbly, praying for Nurgle's blessing.

"The power of the Eldar gods is not impossible to eliminate, but conditions are required. Go to Chalmers, where there are seven hive cities. Dedicate the creatures in them to me." Nurgle put forward the conditions.

"My lord, that's the planet the Thousand Sons just conquered. It's..." Lorgar's superhuman memory and intellect allowed him to quickly locate the planet Nurgle sought from the information, and this worried him. After all, the Thousand Sons were the preserve of the Lord of Change, and the evil deity disliked his meddling in their affairs. And now, the Thousand Sons remained loyal to the Emperor. If he continued to act this way, conflict between the two sides would be inevitable. And if something were to be exposed, the Emperor's punishment would ensue.

"So, are you planning to reject me?" the khaki figure questioned. Instantly, a foul odor washed over them, and the entire altar swayed in the tides of the Warp. Clumps of mold began to grow between the beams, followed by flying insects.

"My Lord, if we come into conflict with the Thousand Sons Legion..."

"Magnus is still loyal to the Abomination. Tzeentch's plan is a joke. I don't think highly of His plan. Even Khorne is communicating with us, but Tzeentch is not. No one knows what He is doing, and I need to remind Him." Nurgle's words revealed an irresistible majesty.

As Nurgle had said, even Khorne had communicated with Lorgar, who knew Khorne controlled Angron, and Lorgar had deliberately maintained a good relationship with Angron. As for Typhons and the Emperor's Children, Lorgar had also made preparations, but the Thousand Sons were an exception. Lorgar had no idea what Tzeentch was doing, which made him somewhat dissatisfied. After all, Lorgar positioned himself as the Chosen One of the Four Gods, yet one of the Unholy Gods didn't communicate with him or respond at all, clearly not taking him seriously.

And now, as Nurgle said, under the current circumstances, Nurgle has put forward conditions and expressed that he can remove the curse of the Eldar gods. If Lorgar refuses again, the consequences will be very serious.

'Go, and Rodrigues the Rainfather will be with you,' said Nurgle.

"Are you going to see Tzeentch's prey? I'm interested too." A purple figure appeared on the altar.

"Little one, if you are willing to offer me a perfect sacrifice, I can grant you the grace of death," Slaanesh promised Lorgar. Lorgar was stunned by the scene. He had not expected a projection of Slaanesh to appear in the sacrificial ritual he had prepared for Nurgle. However, it seemed that Nurgle was not angry at Slaanesh's appearance.

"Clearly, the two gods have reached an agreement on something," Lorgar thought to himself. The current situation also strengthened Lorgar's resolve. This matter must be done, and done well. After all, taking action against the Thousand Sons would only offend Tzeentch alone, while refusing would simply offend two gods. And most importantly, the relationship between Tzeentch and Khorne was also poor! Ultimately, he had to side with the stronger party.

"As you command, respected Lord of Entropy and great Lord of Pleasure." Lorgar said with his head down.

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With the sacrifice concluded, Lorgar had to prepare immediately. Time was running out. He didn't understand the fundamental reason why Nurgle and Slaanesh wanted to trouble Tzeentch, but that didn't matter. For him, as long as he could restore his psychic powers and gain their support, that was all! He had to hurry, for he knew Alpharius would undoubtedly leak the details of the Screaming Abyss, targeting him directly. He was about to be exposed. Perhaps for some reason, the Emperor wouldn't openly declare himself a rebel, but he would certainly employ various tactics. Lorgar had to prepare to complete Nurgle's sacrifice while evading Imperial attack.

"I can't openly go on this matter," Lorgar said. He had already decided to stick with Nurgle and Slaanesh, but if he could avoid offending Tzeentch, he'd better not. So he needed a scapegoat, a public one. Nurgle's Archdaemon, the Rainfather, was already one, so the Legion needed another with sufficient weight.

"Erebus? No, he's not a good choice." Lorgar shook his head. Previously, due to some events in the ruins, Erebus's behavior had made Lorgar very dissatisfied. Lorgar had sent the former away. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be with Typhons now.

"Then Kor Phaeron will have to go. I hope he doesn't go ungrateful." Lorgar thought, a fierce glint in his eyes! Lorgar had a complex relationship with his adoptive father. On the one hand, he remembered how Kor Phaeron had raised and educated him, but on the other, he couldn't forget the beatings and punishments he'd inflicted on him! After returning to the Empire, Kor Phaeron's constant insistence on calling him father had, to be honest, repelled Lorgar somewhat. The old bastard seemed to realize this later, and then, to secure power, Kor Phaeron colluded with Erebus and ultimately drew himself into the faith of the Chaos Gods. Kor Phaeron was thus able to maintain his transcendent status!

If Lorgar's feelings towards Kor Phaeron were previously complex, and he had some tolerance for his adoptive father, now, having experienced so much, his patience has worn thin! The curse of the Eldar gods and the pressure of the truths have left Lorgar restless. Now, he simply wants to resolve those pressing issues immediately. He only needs obedient and useful subordinates! That's all!

"Kor Phaeron is in the open, and I'll be in the shadows, but I still need an assistant," Lorgar pondered. How could Lorgar possibly let only Kor Phaeron go on the mission Nurgle had given him? He, too, had to go. Once there, how he went about it was a question of ability; whether he went or not was a question of attitude! And looking at his own two most powerful subordinates, they were both traitors. Cultivating reliable and capable subordinates became paramount. At this moment, Lorgar remembered Angertai, the leader of the demon-slaying warriors, who had helped him delay the battle with Alpharius for a moment!

"This person deserves promotion." Luo Jia gave Angertai a thumbs up in his heart.

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"Lorgar, my child, do you have something to talk to me about?" Kor Phaeron walked in. When the door closed and he and Lorgar were the only ones in the room, the Word Bearers' captain spoke in a loud voice, just like before.

"Kor Phaeron, my father is the Emperor. Although I will defeat Him on behalf of the gods, this is not a reason for you to act so arrogantly in front of him." Lorgar stood up, holding the warhammer tightly in his right hand, and walked towards Kor Phaeron with a grim expression.

"Lorgar, my adopted son. When you descended upon Colchis, I was the one who enlightened you..." Kor Phaeron said nervously. Seeing Lorgar pressing forward, he subconsciously changed his words, his casualness vanishing. He even felt the urge to step back, to show weakness. But he didn't, because he felt he could still control the situation. He felt that, with Erebus being ignored, he still had enough weight before the Primarch.

"I just said, my father is the Emperor! And you, old man, are just a usurper! A conspirator! A coward!" Lorgar was furious! He took a few steps forward, his right hand seeming to raise his warhammer, but seeing Kor Phaeron's aged face and short figure, Lorgar hesitated. He really hated Kor Phaeron, but killing him with a single blow was clearly inappropriate now. Reason stopped Lorgar from acting rashly, but his left fist still struck Kor Phaeron's breastplate hard. As his fist made contact with the Terminator armor, Kor Phaeron flew sideways like a kite with its string cut, and then slammed heavily into the thick wall.

"Old bastard! It seems you still don't understand your place!" Lorgar was furious. He walked over, knocked Kor Phaeron down from the wall, and then lifted him up.

"Don't let me hear certain words from your mouth again, otherwise, giving your soul to the devil will be the best outcome! I swear, Kor Phaeron, even if it happens once more! I will never forgive you!" Lorgar said word by word!

"Primarch.... Legion Commander.... Lord, the Gods' Executor on Earth, I obey your command." The terrified Kor Phaeron switched titles several times in a matter of seconds, hoping to loosen Lorgar's frown a little. Kor Phaeron gave in, deciding to relinquish control of Lorgar.

"Very good. I hope you can atone for your previous sins next." Lorgar let out a long sigh and threw Kor Phaeron to the ground. The punch he just threw was more of an attitude, and he didn't really want to kill Kor Phaeron.

"There is a new oracle here, and we have a new mission, and you have to carry it out and offer a sufficiently grand sacrifice to the Lord of Entropy..." Then, Lorgar gave Kor Phaeron the task.

"Are we going to attack the Thousand Sons Legion?" Kor Phaeron was also shocked when he heard it.

"Do as I say. I am the evil god's agent in the world and the lord of the legion. My orders cannot be disobeyed!" Lorgar roared!

"As you command, my master..." Kor Phaeron said tremblingly.

"Go, do what I've assigned you, and stop being a useless person." Lorgar turned around and waved his hand, signaling him to leave. Just as Kor Phaeron reached the door, Lorgar spoke again, "You said I was your master. I hope I am your only master. You understand what I mean."

"Yes, you are my only master, I swear." Kor Phaeron responded immediately.

"I never thought that things would be so difficult." Lorgar sighed and said, following the conflict with Alpharius, Lorgar suffered a great defeat this time. It was not just that he was stabbed by Alpharius, which resulted in him being unable to use his psychic energy. The most important thing was that his affairs were exposed, and Alpharius would not keep it secret for him. Although Alpharius was also a rebel, he was definitely not his friend.

"My father and the traveler already know everything. They've disrupted the gods' rhythm and are beginning to put pressure on us. It's certain that in the future, my legion and I won't have enough supplies and will be attacked. However, my preparations are far from complete. I need more fleets, heirs, vassal armies, and most importantly, allies," Lorgar sighed. Right now, Lorgar has few options. For now, he can only lead his legion into areas with weak star power and continue preparations on some barren, unnoticed planets.

"The Mechanicus, and the Mechanicus can be used. That Hake seems to have left Mars recently, and he is dissatisfied with the Emperor. He has a large number of fans and a lot of resources in his hands. As long as I can provide them with some precious STCs, they can also become my helpers." Lorgar's eyes lit up, and he remembered a major event that happened on Mars recently.

Because of the issue of the Traveler faith, a large-scale discussion took place among the Martian high-ranking officials, even to the point of a "violent debate." The Martian Traveler faction demanded that the Traveler cult be made one of the official religious cults of Mars, but a group of people represented by Hake strongly opposed it.

Eventually, the Emperor intervened, siding with the Traveler Cult as the Universal God's agent on Earth. Failed in their struggle, Hakkar resigned. He then requested a grand voyage of discovery to exorcise his shame. Hakkar then departed Mars with his vast fleet and retinue. This gave Lorgar an opportunity.

"It seems that after this matter with the Thousand Sons Legion is over, I still need to have an in-depth exchange with this former Martian Forging General." Lorgar said to himself.

Lorgar's operational capabilities remained strong. After dealing with the Screaming Abyss, he immediately launched his campaign against the Thousand Sons. Nurgle's demand was simple: every hive on this planet must be sacrificed to him. The Thousand Sons would inevitably intervene, potentially even facing an encounter with their own Primarch. Lorgar needed to be prepared.

Meanwhile, the Thousand Sons of Chalmers had no idea what was about to happen!

Chapter 343: The Attack of the Thousand Sons and the Game of Gods (8K)

"Finally, we conquered this place, and this will become a new home for the Thousand Sons Legion. The great Primarch has given orders for us to build Chamos, to make it a second Prospero, a shining place of knowledge and psychic energy!" Amon, captain of the Ninth Academy of the Thousand Sons Legion, overlooked the blue planet through the porthole of the battleship.

"Hopefully, all the costs we've incurred will be worth it," said Oramaga, Captain of the Eighth Academy. Magnus and the Legion had expended considerable effort to secure this fiefdom for the Thousand Sons. The Thousand Sons had not enjoyed the best of relations with their fraternal Legions and other Imperial departments, partly due to suspicion and wariness of psykers, and partly due to the arrogance of the Thousand Sons themselves. While the Thousand Sons had experienced setbacks before, it was fair to say that as wizards, their arrogance was like weeds: wildfires could not extinguish them, but spring breezes would bring them back to life!

Chalmers was personally chosen by Primarch Magnus. Even in internal Legion documents, it was referred to as Prospero II. There were reasons why Magnus had used all his connections to bring this planet under his control. Firstly, it was because its civilization was relatively advanced, making it a respectable industrial world. Secondly, it was "relatively close" to the Warp. Therefore, due to the Warp's tidal influence, the proportion of awakened psykers here was relatively high. Magnus considered it a perfect recruiting planet for the Thousand Sons Legion.

There is actually no problem for the Thousand Sons Legion to take away some suitable people from other planets for recruitment, but if a planet is specifically set as the Legion's recruitment world, it will take some effort, especially because the location of this planet, the barrier between reality and the warp is not very strong, so some psychic departments of the Empire, such as the Navigators and the Star Matrix Office, recommend that this planet be strictly guarded, and even if necessary, the population here should be transferred to other places.

Ultimately, Magnus overcame all objections and made the planet a fiefdom for the Thousand Sons. While the details of the negotiations remain obscure to the general public, Amon and Oramaga, core members of the Legion, knew some key information: Magnus agreed to draw a company from his own Legion to serve as an auxiliary force for the Imperial Acolytes. Yes, a full company. Magnus promised that the Thousand Sons would ensure at least 7000 troops would accompany the Acolytes, essentially a full company. Currently, the Thousand Sons commander commanding this company is Fuxis Taka. Commanders and troops will rotate regularly.

The Thousand Sons Legion was abuzz with debate over this agreement. Most considered it an honor to fight alongside the Emperor's more distinguished servants, even if it was just to coordinate operations. While the Thousand Sons were incredibly proud, it was precisely this pride that made them willing to obey and admire those who truly excelled. After all, in the Thousand Sons' minds, these massive figures in gold and blue robes were truly formidable, versed in psychic powers and various technologies. We were all scholars, born to be one! However, some felt that this would divide the Thousand Sons Legion.

"There are seven hive cities here, and we have nine companies. Our father's palace will be high among the stars. Therefore, we must swiftly transform this planet," said Oramaga. Since this planet is to be known as the Second Prospero, it naturally needs to have a Thousand Sons feel. According to discussions among the Legion's leadership, two additional hive cities will be built on this planet, each serving as a recruiting and management point for each company. Magnus will personally command the First Company, and a star fortress will be arranged in the planet's synchronous orbit as the Primarch's residence. After all, in the eyes of the Thousand Sons leadership, their father was so great that he naturally shouldn't be placed on the same level as his descendants.

Another crucial task is to construct ninety-nine pyramids at the planet's psychic nodes to coordinate and harness the power leaking from the Empyrean. To accomplish this, two full Thousand Sons companies, totaling 99 legionaries, will be temporarily deployed here. Nearly half of these legionaries and officers have already arrived. However, to the Thousand Sons' surprise, a portal has opened deep within Hive VII, revealing Kor Phaeron and the Archdaemon of Nurgle, the Rainfather, who have descended. Behind them are legions of Word Bearers and Nurgle Daemons. In the shadows, even Slaanesh Banshees can be seen, along with... Eidolon, the Imperium's wanted man!

"This place is so close to the realm of the gods. It is indeed a paradise prepared for the gods." Kor Phaeron said after passing through the portal, feeling the spiritual energy filling the air.

"Little guy, this is the garden prepared for the great and kind father Nurgle. Watch your wording, or did your master not explain it clearly to you?" Nurgle's great demon Rainfather reminded.

"Apologies." Kor Phaeron bowed to the tall Unclean One. He knew that he was not qualified to argue with Nurgle's trusted Daemons.

"Let's start the action according to the plan. My subordinates and I will build the altar of the Merciful Father and summon more demons to come here, and then start our ceremony. You and your people need to deal with the Thousand Sons Legion outside." Rain Father ordered.

"What if followers of Tzeentch or demons come to sabotage our operations?" Kor Phaeron asked.

"Kill them!" The Great Nurgle waved the bell in his hand, and a crisp sound was heard, echoing in the air seven times before finally dying. "Tzeentch never responds to your master's requests, and he doesn't communicate with us, so don't bother with him!"

"Alright." Kor Phaeron nodded and began preparing for action with his men. Thousands of Legionnaires, a vast array of weapons and personnel were deployed. This time, all Word Bearers participating in the operation adopted the Alpha Legion's livery, with the Hydra motifs clearly visible on their shoulder armor! Lorgar was not one to suffer a loss; what he had suffered at the hands of Alpharius, he would seek redemption elsewhere!

Seven days later, an abnormality struck Hive 7. Countless spores and molds grew and spread throughout the basement. Mosquitoes and flies swarmed from the hive's bottomless darkness, spreading plague and death. The Thousand Sons Legion, upon learning of these events, immediately launched an extermination and cleanup operation. Reports were delivered to Amon one after another.

"Tell everyone that I'm going to meditate. No matter who it is, don't disturb me." Amon ordered. He then entered a secret room on his flagship, the Arcane Splendor.

"You're here. Do you have any questions you need me to answer? Are you ready to pay the price?" In a cabin covered with anti-psychic fields and runes, a huge being bound by nine magic chains looked at the captain of the Ninth Company of the Thousand Sons in front of him and said.

"I need some knowledge, and I will provide you with the psychic power you need." Amon said, looking at the existence in front of him. This guy had wings on his back and a bird's head on his tall humanoid body. This was a trophy obtained by Amon when he conquered a world. The aliens at that time worshipped this guy, and Amon and his companions captured and tied him up. Originally, this guy should have been executed, but the knowledge he provided allowed him to survive temporarily and be under Amon's care.

Many transactions were conducted between the two parties, and the content was simple: the other party gave Amon knowledge, and Amon would find someone to provide him with psychic energy. Of course, the person who provided psychic energy was definitely not a warrior of the Thousand Sons Legion, but a mortal psychic.

"This is the situation we are facing. It is very abnormal and has a lot to do with the stench in the warp." Amon used his psychic power to tell the blue bird-headed giant the information.

"This... Damn it, it's Nurgle! Great Tzeentch, how come we can run into these disgusting guys here! They actually..." When seeing this scene, the Lord of Change, Malachia, felt so depressed. Following the order of the Supreme Eagle (Tzeentch), he disguised himself as an alien psychic creature and walked into the sight of the Thousand Sons. After all, the Emperor had banned the Thousand Sons from playing with guardian spirits, at least not on the surface.

So, this Lord of Change condescended to enter the Thousand Sons Legion as a captive. With the cooperation of the Changelings, the corruption was proceeding smoothly, with many Legion servants already replaced by Changelings. The operation across the entire planet of Chalmers had also begun, with nine hives serving as ritual nodes and ninety-nine pyramids providing energy. At the right time, a single ritual would allow the Thousand Sons officers and soldiers on this planet to enter the arms of the Supreme Eagle. However, who could have imagined that, despite such caution, they would still be targeted by their own kind, who emanated the stench of decay and immutability!

"Beware! This is the evil of the Warp. They spread plague and twist life. Wherever they appear, they transform it into a world of decay and ruin, and upon the ruins, a twisted, fetid world is born," said Malachia. To lower the Thousand Sons' vigilance against the Warp, Tzeentch had warned the various "monsters" within. But now, when Nurgle had decided to strike, the truth could not be hidden. At this point, the great Daemon of Tzeentch had no choice but to remove himself and disguise himself as a creature of the real world, not a demon from the Warp.

"Then how many evils like this are there in the subspace?" Amon asked thoughtfully.

"I know of two. One is the evil thought of decay and entropy you see now, and the other is the Lord of Ultimate Pleasure, who pursues the ultimate sensual enjoyment." The Lord of Change said with a roll of his eyes. "My civilization has only encountered two of them."

"Tell me how to deal with them." Amon did not dwell too much on certain issues, but asked about the way to solve the problem. After all, for the Thousand Sons Legion, this level of subspace invasion was the first time they encountered it.

A moment later, the Lord of Change relayed some of this information to Amon through his psychic powers. Amon pondered for a moment, cast a deep glance at the bound demon, and then departed. A moment later, ordinary psykers from the Thousand Sons Legion were mobilized to channel psychic energy to Malachia, and among them was a changeling!

The Thousand Sons' psychic blockade was indeed effective, preventing Malachia from contacting the outside world through his own psychic means. But now, with someone "out there," things were different. The Great Tzeentch Daemon frantically consulted with the Changelings about what to do. After all, the situation before him was so unexpected that the Tzeentch faction had received no information at all. The only explanation was that the Supreme Beings above had made a move! A being far superior to the Great Daemon had entered the scene. The Changelings then relayed the information to Tzeentch himself, who was busy with a task!

This time, Tzeentch was surprisingly calm when he received the news. He did not vent his dissatisfaction with the scream that could tear the demon apart. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the throne, staring at the battlefield from a higher dimension, and fell into deep thought.

"Nurgle, and Slaanesh, you are declaring war!" Along with Tzeentch's curse-like voice, balls of blue flames rose in his eyes.

"You have provoked me in the most brutal and direct way possible." Tzeentch's expression changed so rapidly that it was shrouded in mist. "But I must say, this method is truly effective."

Tzeentch knew that Nurgle and Slaanesh had no idea what they were doing. So, they chose to use force to defeat their opponent's cleverness! The two evil gods didn't know what Tzeentch was doing, but they knew that Tzeentch wanted Magnus and the Thousand Sons. Well then, I'll just attack the Thousand Sons directly! Either you don't intervene, and the two evil gods will directly eliminate at least this part of the Thousand Sons, or you intervene. In the melee, Tzeentch's plan will definitely be flawed, and at this time, don't forget that the gods of order are watching from the sidelines! So, what do you want Tzeentch to do?

As for negotiating with Nurgle and Slaanesh? Tzeentch didn't even have that thought. Because, if the Emperor stole the spark, created the Primarchs, and his subsequent actions caused the four Chaos Gods to unite against him, then what he was doing now would actually be envied by the gods. If he succeeded, then he would have a huge advantage over other evil gods in the real universe and the Warp! And he would not share this technology with other evil gods. Because this technology is very closely related to his chosen Primarch Magnus. And for the evil gods, if something is really powerful but they can't get it, then they must destroy it! For example, the crystal scepter in Tzeentch's hand before!

"Perhaps this is your style, Nurgle. Beneath your seemingly easygoing exterior, your essence lies in directness and lethality!" A chill flashed in Tzeentch's eyes. Through countless years of conflict, Tzeentch had a deep understanding of his old rival. At crucial moments, Nurgle's attacks were always direct and deadly. In reality, this was Nurgle's true nature. For example, the sword that pierced Horus contained Nurgle's power. The outcome was simple: either Horus died or he surrendered!

The same thing happened with Nurgle's corruption of the Death Guard. After Typhons killed the Navigator, the entire fleet was trapped in the Warp. At that point, it was either surrender or death! No choice! This is the way of Nurgle! Of course, there were times when he failed, like when dealing with Guilliman's Plague... It can only be said that the Emperor was too powerful at the time, and Nurgle couldn't defeat him!

"I will teach Nurgle a lesson he will never forget. Even if it costs a great deal!" Tzeentch whispered. "And Chalmers, I do not intend to give up. This battle will not end. I swear!"

Tzeentch began to rapidly analyze the battle situation. Honestly, the forces deployed by Nurgle and his allies this time were considerable. At least the 8000 Thousand Sons currently deployed on Chalmers were no match for them, and even if another 8000 arrived, they still wouldn't be enough. Of course, if Magnus arrived in person with a large force, the enemy would undoubtedly be defeated. However, Tzeentch knew that the Emperor and the Traveler were searching for Magnus himself. If Magnus arrived in person, he could be targeted and taken out by the Traveler. Furthermore, Magnus's arrival would take time. Unless the two Thousand Sons companies abandoned the planet and evacuated, they would likely not be able to hold out before Magnus arrived.

"I wonder what would happen if I tempt Amon to break the Emperor's prohibition and summon creatures from the Warp?" Tzeentch pondered. His consciousness pierced through the void and time, searching for various possibilities in the future. After Magnus was beaten half to death the last time he attempted to tap into divine power, the Emperor placed specific prohibitions on Magnus and his Legion: they were forbidden from having guardian spirits and were not allowed to summon any creatures from the Warp.

But the prohibition didn't mean the Thousand Sons weren't capable. After all, the Thousand Sons Legion at the time was incredibly bold and powerful, some actions even Magnus couldn't tolerate, including the summoning of demons. For this reason, Magnus exiled some of these individuals. In times of crisis, this prohibition wouldn't hold much water. Furthermore, given Chalmers's environment, the barrier between the Warp and reality wasn't particularly strong. If both sides engaged in a psychic exchange, the entire planet could easily be swallowed by the Warp.

"If the Thousand Sons summon demons, then the Emperor and the Traveler will have a reason to act. They can use this to strengthen their control over the Thousand Sons. However, as long as Magnus does not take action himself, the plan itself will not be exposed. Although some Thousand Sons will be lost and then a group will be taken away by the Emperor, no matter what, the most core secret will not be leaked." Tzeentch weighed the outcome of this conflict.

After Nurgle launched a massive, overwhelming attack, Tzeentch's solution to the problem proved impossible without cost. After this battle, the Emperor would undoubtedly have reason to tighten control over the Thousand Sons. This would undoubtedly reduce Tzeentch's gains. However, Tzeentch believed that as long as Magnus could be kept under his control as much as possible, this outcome was acceptable. So, after a moment's deliberation, Tzeentch decided to keep this matter from Magnus.

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"Tzeentch is truly capable of taking things easy," the Emperor remarked with some surprise. In the High Heavens, besides the Chaos Gods, the Traveler and the Emperor were also plotting. Nurgle had already taken action, and Tzeentch had responded. Undoubtedly, Tzeentch would suffer a loss this time, but that was far from enough for the Emperor and the Traveler.

"That's right, Tzeentch chose to abandon these two companies. He didn't let Magnus know about this. Just now, Amon tried to contact his Primarch, but failed. The psychic communication signal he sent was blocked. And what we want to know most now is where Magnus is! I can be sure that the core of Tzeentch's plan is Magnus, just like he did in another plane." The traveler said with some regret.

"The communication tower is still there. If you and my clone go there, we should be able to contact Magnus through it," the Emperor said after a moment's thought. He could sense that Magnus was hiding from him. He must be conducting some research, and this research might just be a trap set by Tzeentch. Magnus was no good child, perhaps one of those exceptionally talented, yet stubborn and reckless ones.

Let's put it this way: Magnus knew that some of his actions might displease the Emperor, so he deliberately avoided him, or rather, used a clone or projection to deal with him. His true self was nowhere to be found. Now the Emperor and the Traveler needed to find his true self.

This time, Nurgle's actions objectively created an opportunity for the Emperor and the Traveler. Two companies of the Thousand Sons Legion were caught in a bitter battle. The first fiefdom he had just applied for was invaded. This was absolutely intolerable to Magnus. He would definitely take action, and this was the opportunity for the Traveler and the Emperor. When his actions became so large that even Tzeentch could not conceal them, that was when the Traveler and the Emperor would come knocking! But now, Tzeentch also realized this, and was even prepared to admit defeat, directly sacrificing the two companies of the Thousand Sons and the trap he had already set.

"You or I should go?" Looking at the silent traveler, the emperor spoke again.

"You and I are not suitable for participating in this operation." The traveler said and pointed to the unstable barrier between reality and void outside the planet Chalmers.

"The spatial structure here is already unstable, and the large number of demon armies and the spells cast by the Thousand Sons Psykers will make the space even more unstable. If you go with me, what do you think those demons and the masters behind them will do?" the traveler asked.

"You mean, when our clones come here directly, the evil gods and demons will directly choose to overturn the table and work together to let the tides of the warp completely devour this planet? Or even turn this galaxy into a scar on the universe?" The Emperor said angrily when he thought of this.

"Yes, they will do this, because it does not mean any loss to them. For Nurgle, this operation is to weaken the Thousand Sons Legion, and sacrificing the entire planet is just a by-product or an excuse. For Tzeentch, these two companies could have been abandoned anyway, so when we come, he knows he cannot stop us, so he will definitely choose to turn the table. As for us, the space here is already very unstable, and it will be very difficult for us to maintain it, so from this point of view, we can't go. Because we are too conspicuous." said the traveler.

Just like when the Traveler's clone went to the Thousand Sons, Slaanesh would sense it and intercept it. And this time, if he went to the Thousand Sons just like that, then Tzeentch would definitely know about it. After all, Tzeentch is much stronger than Slaanesh.

"From a big picture perspective, our fundamental goal is to find Magnus. Therefore, we should not act rashly before Magnus appears. We must remain patient," said the traveler.

"Well, you have thought it through more thoroughly. Tell me your plan." The Emperor knew that the Traveler already had a comprehensive strategy.

"Let the Emperor's servants go. One of their tasks is to stabilize the war situation, and the other is to send signals through the communication tower. We cannot send clones to send signals, but we can let our subordinates use our power to send signals! After all, they are not conspicuous." said the traveler.

"And you used this method to lure Magnus out?" The Emperor nodded slightly.

"That's right. I have a hunch that Nurgle actually wants to know what Tzeentch is going to do, and Nurgle may have also thought that Tzeentch's conspiracy revolves around Magnus. If Magnus shows up and we don't, then Nurgle will definitely look at the situation and will not choose to overturn the table. And Tzeentch will not overturn the table either, because Magnus is here. Once the tide of the warp swallows this place, it is hard to say who will get Magnus! And as long as the evil gods on both sides do not choose to overturn the table at the same time, then this place will not be swallowed by the warp." The traveler said after some calculations and deductions.

If the Emperor and the Traveler's clones were to descend, Tzeentch and Nurgle would realize the war was irreversible. After all, the evil god couldn't send clones into the real universe. Then, if both sides decided to overturn the table, the Emperor and the Traveler would be powerless. However, if only the Emperor's retainers arrived and attracted Magnus, this would be in Nurgle's best interests.

Because Nurgle desperately wants to know Tzeentch's secrets and find an opportunity to trip up Tzeentch's chosen Primarch, He won't overturn the table. If Nurgle not only doesn't overturn the table, but even maintains the balance between this Warp and the real universe, then Tzeentch alone won't be able to overturn the table. And the Emperor and the Traveler can use this opportunity to find Magnus!

"A very perfect idea and game, really good." The emperor said with satisfaction.

"So who are you going to let go?" asked the Emperor.

"I plan to let Brother Ahriman go," the traveler said after thinking for a moment.

"If I remember correctly, Ahriman should be with the Khan now?" the Emperor said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, he is with the Khan. Perhaps the Khan also wants to see what happened to his friend's legion." The traveler said meaningfully.

"Okay, that's it. I hope our plan goes smoothly." The emperor nodded with satisfaction.

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Meanwhile, on Chalmers, the battle between the Thousand Sons, the Nurgle Daemons, and the Word Bearers had already begun. At the base of Hive VII, a tide of demons rushed towards the Thousand Sons. Oramaga was leading his men in forming a solid defensive line, blocking the enemy's wave after wave of attacks.