Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Uh, my lord..." Guilliman was speechless.

"You are still too young, and have had it too easy. The galaxy holds too many darknesses and secrets. You are gifted, and the Emperor watches over you. All this is not a problem in good times, but if you encounter adversity, you will be in trouble." The traveler acted like a veteran, sighing as he paced.

"Now put aside those distractions, Guilliman, make yourself strong, make your Legion strong, and then eliminate all traitors and sins. Only in this way will you have the opportunity to bring your treacherous brothers before the Emperor, let them kneel down and repent of their mistakes, and pray for the Emperor's forgiveness." said the Traveler.

"Guilliman, you need a strong will and a calm mind to survive this disaster. Greatness is born from the ordinary, and strength, wisdom and forbearance are the ladder of growth. Any powerful being must go through all of this, otherwise he is flawed." said the Traveler.

"Is it the same with those evil gods? It is said that they are born powerful." asked Guilliman.

"Of course, it is precisely because they are born powerful and overconfident in their own strength that they are negligent and will also fail," said the traveler.

"And what was their greatest failure?" asked Guilliman.

"Emmmm, actually, they've been targeting me since I was a mortal. Ultimately, I broke their stranglehold and became a higher-dimensional being on par with them. That's their defeat," the Traveler said proudly, pawing at his chest. Although the Traveler had been humiliated, and although he was forced to flee this universe, in the end, he became a god! Here's a question for you, evil gods: are you angry?!

"This..." Guilliman felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said, but...

"Okay, let me tell you about my past. Perhaps you can gain some insights from this," the traveler said. "When I was born, human civilization was still in its infancy. I was an ordinary mortal. Do you know when I first realized I was a reincarnated person?"

"A dream, perhaps? Or some kind of awakening?" asked Guilliman.

"My first life ended in death at the hands of a saber-toothed tiger, and my soul entered the Warp. Only then did I realize I was a reincarnated being. Isn't that a bit of a dark humor?" Looking at the stunned Guilliman, the Traveler smiled happily. "When humanity was still a clan, I wasn't popular. People were used to settling down and surviving in their familiar territory. But I'm different. I always want to go out and expand. Do you know why?"

"Because you are filled with curiosity?" asked Guilliman.

"Because I've experienced a lot, and because I can see things that most people can't. When I saw the riverbed being raised, I knew that the village near the river had become dangerous. With just a large amount of rain, the flood could easily overflow the riverbed and destroy everything here. So I have to be prepared. I want to lead people to escape the fate of death, because this is my duty. I can reincarnate, but they can't. If they are gone, they are gone forever. I want to save them."

"However, it is indeed difficult to ask a group of people to abandon the place where they once lived." Guilliman agreed. After all, many policies are based on the premise of damaging short-term interests. This will arouse opposition from many people.

"That's right, many people don't listen! Not only do they not listen, they also stop me and attack me!" said the traveler with a sigh.

"So, what did you do then?" Guilliman asked curiously.

"I was still very weak at the time, unable to even defeat a Space Marine. So my choice was to flee with those who were willing to follow me. And then choose a new place to start a new life."

"I have built many towns and participated in many conflicts. For various reasons, as well as the wisdom and knowledge I have accumulated over many lifetimes, I have become powerful, and I have used this knowledge to change human life. Many things related to travel have been invented by me, and many people have sung my former name. This is a kind of belief. I realized my difference and my value. But at that time, I was still a mortal, and I had not even awakened my psychic powers." said the traveler.

"So what made you take that crucial step?" Guilliman asked.

"It was revenge and protection," the traveler said with some sadness. "That was probably the first time humanity faced demons. The veil between the Warp and the physical universe was opened, and a group of demons came into my city-state. They slaughtered my subjects, destroyed my city, library, and the farmland outside. They sacrificed blood and skulls to their gods. On the other side, endless plagues were unleashed, killing almost all living things, and then blasphemous life was reborn. And my staff also betrayed us, chanting the name of the God of Conspiracy, the Supreme Eagle, to launch the rebellion."

"Hundreds of thousands of souls were wailing, praying for someone to solve all this. My subjects prayed to their king to save them, but I was just a mortal at the time. I felt angry, powerless, and guilty! But I still decided to meet the challenge from the evil god. When countless souls were led by a powerful will at this moment, I awakened my psychic power and was able to absorb faith! I even touched something deeper. I began to slaughter demons crazily, and tried every means to save the souls of my subjects." said the traveler.

"So, you saved your kingdom?" said Guilliman.

"No, my body was destroyed again, and my soul entered the warp again..." said the traveler.

"Uh... this... shouldn't be like this." Guilliman was stunned. He didn't expect this result.

"Don't be disappointed, this is the expected result. Hard work can't change everything. That's a fairy tale, not reality." The traveler shook his head and said.

"And then?" asked Guilliman.

"And then? A big golden guy solved the problem. We almost met at the beginning." said the traveler.

"Uh..." Guilliman was a little confused when faced with the nickname given to the Emperor by the Traveler.

"Then, when I was wandering in the subspace and preparing to reincarnate again, I came to a special space and received assistance from my ancestors there," said the traveler.

"Is it the Eldar?" asked Guilliman.

"That's right. They helped me complete my reincarnation and anchored my true duty. From then on, I became a traveler. I had the so-called origin. Then I could use it to absorb the power of faith." said the traveler.

"And you officially embarked on the path of transcendence?" asked Guilliman.

"Guilliman, at this moment, you should consider not what you've gained, but the debt you must repay." The Traveler shook his head and said seriously. "There is unprovoked hatred and unreasonable dislike in this world, but there is absolutely no such thing as free mercy. Even if they are not evil gods, they will not help you for nothing."

"And what was your price?" asked Guilliman.

"The future alliance between humans and the Eldar gods, and I brought another Eldar god into the world!" said the traveler.

"Well, this result is not bad." said Guilliman.

"For tens of thousands of years to come, I lived a comfortable life. As I grew stronger, the demons that occasionally emerged from the Warp became insignificant. Once I possessed a higher power, I could eradicate them from their very source. Even their evil masters couldn't be resurrected. I even became so focused on killing demons that those who had heard of me began to call me the Invisible One, because I would use my power to appear beside them without warning and then completely obliterate them!" The traveler's mouth twitched with a hint of nostalgia. "Those were truly pleasant days."

"At the time, I felt powerful, even omnipotent. My wisdom, knowledge, and fighting prowess intoxicated me. Until one day, I sensed the approach of crisis. It was the beginning of the Eldar's fall, and the stirrings of the Fourth Evil God echoed through the Warp. All of this filled me with unprecedented fear and terror. I realized the gravity of the situation, and from that moment on, I finally understood that it wasn't my own strength that drew the attention of the Evil Gods, but rather the existence of the Eldar Pantheon, which suppressed most threats in the Warp and the real universe."

"From that time on, I made a series of preparations, including my creations, the people who once believed in me, and various measures and preparations to deal with the evil god." said the traveler.

"How strong were you then?" Guilliman asked.

"It's not a problem to destroy an Iron Man fleet or crush a planet with a wave of my hand." The traveler said after thinking for a moment.

"And what was my father doing?" asked Guilliman.

"How should I know? I asked the Emperor, and he should have been doing something he thought was interesting, such as wandering around." said the traveler.

"Seems a little lazy?" Guilliman frowned slightly.

"The following was the most painful period before I became a god. The Eldar fell, Slaanesh was born, and the terrifying warp storm tore apart the living universe, allowing the evil gods to truly exert their power. Even now, there is still a huge scar in the galaxy. When the evil gods came, I faced the most terrifying enemies and tried my best to survive the last test before becoming a god. Until later, I completed my last reincarnation before becoming a high-ranking being. And became who I am today." said the traveler.

"You are a great being. Your wisdom, strong will and unyielding pursuit are worthy of my learning." Guilliman said sincerely.

"I've talked to you for so long, is this all you feel?" the traveler asked, changing the subject.

"Aren't you trying to inspire me?" Guilliman said in surprise.

"Well, I shouldn't have expected too much of your understanding in certain areas," the Traveler said with some resignation. "You're aware of some issues, but you haven't grasped their true meaning. For example, when you asked about my deal with the Eldar, you didn't realize the cause and effect, let alone the opportunity behind it. And when I described my awakening, you didn't pay attention to the descriptions and actions. And this is the key, the key to my success. Do you understand me? When opportunity presents itself, you must seize it and bravely accept it! This is the path to ascension you can embark on!"

Chapter 354: Guilliman, follow my path!

Today, the Traveler has told Guilliman a lot, even including the secret of embarking on a certain path! The Primarch has the essence of the Warp, and this essence is not just about strengthening itself and awakening psychic power.

Is it terrifying for a Primarch to awaken the Warp's essence? Of course it is. The Khan, having partially awakened the Warp's essence, slew Mortarion, leaving him doubting his own fate. Prior to this, the battle between the two sides was a draw. However, at the Battle of Terra, Mortarion, already ascended to demonic form, was successfully exiled by the Khan. This demonstrates that, despite the ability to constantly resurrect, ascending to demonic form is inferior to awakening the Warp's essence. Furthermore, after ascending to demonic form, the Primarch can no longer freely enter and exit the real universe.

Now, the Traveler told Guilliman about a higher-level method of growth: absorbing faith! Absorbing faith is a necessary condition for godhood. However, absorbing faith generally requires a long period of preparation and opportunity, as happened to the Traveler. Initially unable to absorb faith, after countless reincarnations, he was able to absorb it, thus embarking on the path to transcendence.

So, in the Warhammer universe, is there an ordinary being capable of absorbing faith? Yes, there is. That being is Fabius Bile, who, over tens of thousands of years, created countless so-called "New Humans." Bile was their creator, and these New Humans also celebrated his name, to the point that a Thousand Sons wizard even stated that, after tens of thousands of years, the very concept of the creator of the New Humans had already existed in the Warp.

While Guilliman lacked the Emperor's divine power, as Sanguinius did, it was still easier for him to embark on this path than for other Primarchs. After all, Guilliman possessed his own kingdom, encompassing 500 thriving worlds and countless inhabitants. He only needed a being to teach him how to absorb the Faith. Of course, he himself must also embrace the Faith and psychic energy, and then he could begin the path to transcendence. Ultimately, achieving godhood would be extremely difficult, as it was a complex undertaking. Absorbing the Faith was only the first step, and the traveler had others to protect and guide him. Ultimately, it took tens of thousands of years to complete the entire process.

The quality of these Primarchs' deification couldn't compare to the Traveler. After all, the Traveler was a human traveler, possessing powers in areas like forging and warfare, making him a true deity. As for Guilliman, the only title he could strive for was the godhood of Lord of Ultramar. While the 500 Worlds had a large population, it was still relatively modest compared to the entire galaxy's population. Furthermore, the concept of Lord of XX wasn't particularly valuable. It lacked materialism.

How big is the concept of travel? It's so big that no one can live without it. It applies to both good and evil, regardless of region. Compared to this concept, the concept of Lord of Ultramar is too small and easily shifted. For example, if Guilliman gave a place to someone else, then a portion of his concept would definitely be taken away. As for the concept of the Emperor, Lord of the Imperium of Man? The Emperor is external. Even if he has no concept related to humanity, the Emperor's essence is still beyond the first tier. The Emperor became the God of the human race as a courtesy to humanity, not because of humanity that the Emperor achieved divinity. This must be made clear.

"Guilliman, you are born extraordinary, you have the opportunity to climb to a higher level, especially you, you are supported and loved by your subjects, which is a very important power! Relying on them, you can go further and walk the path I once walked. When your subjects need you, when you need their faith and strength, I hope you can accept their faith and then fight for human civilization and your subjects." The Traveler explained to Guilliman.

"Walk the same path you once walked?" Guilliman fell into deep thought. "But I believe I should exist as a human being, not as a superior being, accepting their worship. This is not what I seek, Senior."

"Damn it..." At this moment, the Traveler's face twisted involuntarily. He truly felt that Guilliman was too stubborn, even far less adaptable than the Guilliman from the 40th Century. The Guilliman of the 40th Century also hated the traitors and gods, and was equally wary of AI. But in the end, he accepted it. He defeated Mortarion with faith, and at the same time tolerated Dora Cawl's AI. Of course, there was another possibility: Guilliman had no choice but to do so. On the one hand, the Emperor wanted to take over, and could Guilliman, already nearly killed by Mortarion, stop him? No! Could Guilliman stop Dora Cawl's AI? No, either. After all, he didn't even know where Cawl himself was!

Subconsciously adjusting his mindset, the Traveler spoke again. To be honest, the Traveler felt that "persuading" Fulgrim was easier than persuading Guilliman. After all, the former's will was definitely not firm, and he could persuade him physically. However, for a guy like Guilliman who was firm in will, had his own ideas, and was very stubborn, the Traveler still had to use his brain.

"You have many friends, subordinates, and subjects, as well as people you want to protect and save," the traveler began.

"Yes, all of humanity, Ultramar, and my Legion, they are the most precious. I will dedicate everything I have to protect them." said Guilliman.

"Over the past tens of thousands of years, I have also had many companions and subordinates who are worthy of protection. But do you know where they are now?" the traveler asked.

"Most of them should have disappeared into the long river of history." said Guilliman.

"But if I tell you that for some people, death is not the end. Their souls can continue to exist in another form, then do you have any thoughts on this?" said the traveler.

"This... The best among them are indeed worthy of commemoration, just like those ancient warriors in the Legion. Although their bodies are broken, they live in fearlessness, but they are worthy of our commemoration." Guilliman agreed.

"And now, the souls of those people have been taken in by me in the realm of the subspace. They can still survive in this world in a different way, and even be further sublimated. Perhaps after many years, they can appear in the real universe again and fight for humanity with their descendants, or just see how human life is now." The traveler said with a smile.

"It is indeed a good idea to leave behind the souls of these warriors and ancestors. I have also heard of similar technologies, such as the soul stones of the Eldar." Guilliman said.

"Soulstones are actually a weakened means of retaining souls. When the Eldar were prosperous, soulstones were just their temporary residence. Their souls would enter a special circuit and then be reincarnated. After the birth of Slaanesh, the Eldar lost their ability to reincarnate, and their souls would enter the infinite circuits of the Arkworld. To step into the mortal world again, they need special spirit bone equipment. However, even so, the souls of most Eldar are still ignorant. They need special psychics to guide them." The traveler explained.

"So, this is also the power of the gods?" asked Guilliman.

"Stop talking about the gods. The gods are far less cheap than you think." The Traveler rolled his eyes at Guilliman. "In fact, even if you heed my advice and begin to understand your true nature, no longer suppressing the psychic energy within you, and even accept the faith of your subjects when they need you, and embark on the path you believe in, you will still be a mortal, a stronger mortal. Everything I tell you is merely a prerequisite. You don't have to worry about becoming a being like us, because this path is truly difficult, and the journey will take tens of thousands of years."

"In fact, in the universe, my path to achievement has been very fast. I obtained the help of the gods of the previous generation of the Eldar, and followed the destiny of mankind, so I finally completed this step. Even if you embark on this path in this war, you are still far from the final achievement. I don't know what you are worried about." said the traveler.

"Emmmm." Guilliman fell into deep thought. It had to be said that the Traveler had a good grasp of Guilliman's mentality. As one of the Emperor's most cherished children, Guilliman was undoubtedly righteous and honorable. If one were to simply use the bait of power to persuade Guilliman, he would certainly not be willing. However, if one were to use the promise of salvation and protection as an entry point to persuade him, it would undoubtedly be much better. Clearly, guarding the souls of those Heroic Spirits was very attractive to Guilliman.

Furthermore, the Traveler had said that embarking on the path to godhood didn't guarantee true godhood; such beings were truly rare. Guilliman was overconfident in this regard. Did he truly believe that embarking on this path would guarantee true godhood? Didn't he see Vashtor still lingering in the demigod realm in the Warp?

"I will consider your words," Guilliman nodded. "Then I have one final question. When the people learn of the existence of the gods, when they offer their faith and fervently worship them, does this place the entire civilization in shackles? While the gods offer protection and power, do they also constrain certain people? Will the gods wage wars of faith for the sake of faith? And what is your attitude toward those who are not your followers?"

"I can answer with certainty that your father and I will not force others to believe. The Emperor does not need it at all because He is born powerful. As for me, although I became a god through faith, my way of becoming a god is quite special. I became a god with a neutral concept because of my past deeds. So, whether you believe in me or not, humans must always travel, and travel is my domain." The traveler smiled and said.

To put it bluntly, this is the "travel faith tax." Believe it or not, as long as you use any means of transportation, as long as you travel the galaxy, whether through the Warp or the Webway, you must pay this tax. At this point, from the perspective of the traveler, whether others believe it or not is actually irrelevant. As long as humanity's travel industry can flourish, the traveler will become stronger! Just like the traveler's last mortal appearance, just in time for the Great Crusade, if the traveler can find his true self, the crusade will naturally strengthen him! Ultimately, it can be said that the Great Crusade will propel him to godhood!

"As for those who believe in me, they are also contributing to the development of mankind, so it is normal to give them some help based on the amount of their contribution. This is no different in essence from how mortals run the entire society. Do you understand what I mean?" the traveler asked.

"I understand. Because you have developed nearly every important travel technology for humanity, and because you master the Webway, you will receive a measure of faith from everyone, regardless of whether they praise your name or not." Guilliman's emotions were mixed. "I have just realized that this monopoly of yours is even greater than that of the Mechanicus. It is an absolute monopoly."

"Do you know why I have a monopoly?" asked the traveler.

"Because I am the only one among all humans who can do this. Before me, the Emperor studied the Webway, and the Golden Throne is not only a beacon for Warp navigation, but also a node of the Webway. But the Emperor cannot handle all of this. Even on the Golden Throne, there are my technology and knowledge. Because I can handle all of this, I can gain the authority of the Webway. This is power. Many people have tried to control the Webway, but they have all failed. Even if they are given a chance, they are useless." The Traveler said with a smile.

"I understand your meaning. If my subjects need my protection, I will accept fate's will," said Guilliman.

"Very good." Seeing Guilliman finally convinced, the Traveler breathed a sigh of relief. At the very least, when the rebels stormed Ultramar, whether it was Lorgar and Angron again or not, Guilliman, having embraced the power of faith, was sure to shock them "a little bit." Once the Heresy began, Ultramar would undoubtedly be attacked. This wasn't a matter of prophecy, but rather because Ultramar was too important, and the Ultramarines had too many troops.

Thanks to the efforts of the "Dust-Blowing Trio" and his own efforts, the "Webway Express" between Ultramar and the Solar Segmentum was nearly complete. Even if the evil gods were powerful, it would be unrealistic to destroy such a complex and vast Webway system. After all, the Webway was now protected by the gods of order. Moreover, if the evil gods could easily inflict fatal damage to the Webway, Slaanesh would have already dealt with the Harlequin God!

"Okay, think carefully about what I said. The future is still long, and we will have to go through many tests together. For many things, we can only talk about other things after we survive." said the traveler.

"And what are you going to do next?" asked Guilliman.

"Should I go and enlighten my brother again? I feel that Jonson is a bit extreme on some issues." asked Guilliman.

"Jonson's state is actually the state he should be in when facing the upcoming threat. He does have some problems, but they are not what need to be solved now, because on the other side, a war is about to break out. I need to go and take care of Ferrus." said the traveler.

"He has discovered Typhons?" Guilliman was shocked.

"Yes." The traveler nodded.

Chapter 355 Typhons and His Plague Fleet

On the Terminus Est, Typhons nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the hull that was gradually growing tumors and blood vessels. This was the blessing given to him and his warship by the kind father Nurgle. He had converted his first company and some officers and soldiers of the other two companies to Nurgle. Typhons saw how far a Space Marine could grow after they got rid of the shackles of the Emperor. Now Typhons believed that he was far better than those once-glorious legion elites. Even when facing the Primarch, Typhons was no longer afraid, because he believed that he held the truth!

"The situation is getting worse and worse, Typhons, the messenger of the loving father, you must get Mortarion into the arms of the loving father as soon as possible." Kugath got down from his dirty sedan chair filled with various viruses, and his fat and slippery body left a filthy trail on the deck.

"Mortarion is hostile to the Emperor, which allows him to eventually stand on our side, but this will take time, because although Mortarion is full of interest in the power of the Warp, he always expresses disgust and anger. So, I think it will take some time to deal with this matter." Typhon responded.

"However, the Abominations and the Hidden Ones have noticed Mortarion and his Legion. The Kind Father is magnanimous and merciful. He hopes that more people will embrace Him, understand Him, and practice His ideas. We must hurry, because in addition to facing the human gods, we also have to face the malice from other beings." Ku'gath said with some concern.

"The loving father can solve all these problems from a higher dimension." Typhon said indifferently. He had witnessed the greatness of Nurgle and dedicated his body and mind to the great loving father.

"Emmmm." Ku'gath grunted loudly, but he didn't respond directly to Typhon. He knew that in this war that would span the entire galaxy, his father was just one of the players. He wasn't omnipotent, and he even had to avoid becoming a target of the gods of order.

"You seem to have something you want to tell me, but you're feeling awkward," Typhon frowned. Kugath had been with his fleet for a long time, and this quiet demon seemed constantly worried about what he'd done. It even seemed a little funny to him. A powerful demon, enjoying the attention and blessing of a loving father, was so timid. This puzzled the energetic Typhon, perhaps even a little disdainful.

"Typhons, the enemies we face also have gods behind them." Kugax spoke.

"Really? So what?" Typhon turned around and looked at the hesitant demon.

"We are all Nurgle's favorites, but in the physical universe and the Warp, we are not invincible, nor immortal. This will be a difficult war, no matter who enters here, any existence, whether mortal, Space Marine, believer of the gods, or Primarch. Everyone is vulnerable. You are the messenger of the loving Father, but the favor of the loving Father is not omnipotent. Don't anger certain beings unless you really intend to stay in the garden of the loving Father forever and not leave." Kugath finally confided most of the things to Typhon, because he didn't want the messenger favored by the loving Father to die in the starry sky because of his negligence.

"So, the Emperor, or the so-called Traveler, will personally take the field? Is this why you're preventing me from joining Mortarion?" Typhons asked. Kugath had previously conveyed his father's orders, instructing Typhons to excuse himself from the Battle of Ullanor and to take as many Legions as possible with him. Typhons couldn't understand why, believing this would be a chance to return Mortarion to his father's arms and draw closer to Horus.

Kugath did not explain at the time, but adhering to the principle that since the boss has given the order, he should just execute it, Typhons took his company and other followers and left the Primarch and the main force of the Legion. But now it seems that the other party is worried that he will be killed by a certain existence!

"Hush! Do not speak the title of the Supreme." Hearing Typhon's words, the demon's massive body shuddered. "They might even pierce the Father's protection and hear your voice. Speaking of the Emperor is fine, for Emperor is not His true title, but not Traveler. That is the title of the Supreme! We call Him the Invisible One. Over the millennia, too many of His kind have perished at His hands."

"I am very disappointed with your reaction." Typhon's heart sank suddenly. Although he thought that the great demon Kugath was a little timid, he was smart and understood that an existence that could make a great demon so frightened that he dared not even mention his real name was indeed not something he could deal with. But even so, he was still unwilling to admit defeat verbally.

"Well, let us perform a divination, hoping that the benevolent father will protect us and help us escape the pursuers behind us," Typhons said with a sigh. At Nurgle's reminder, Typhons discovered the Iron Hands fleet pursuing him. The latter had sent a communication, adhering to the Emperor's orders, that the Iron Hands Primarch Ferrus wanted to inspect Typhons' fleet. Obviously, Typhons would not agree to this, and he didn't even dare to tell Mortarion about this. After all, unless the latter rebelled, he could not refuse Ferrus, who carried the Emperor's orders, to board Typhons' fleet.

So, Typhons led his fleet to try to escape from the encirclement of the Iron Hands fleet. Under the protection of Nurgle and the Warp Storm, they evacuated from the gaps in Ferrus' precise and ruthless hunting time and time again. In a previous divination, Typhons and his fleet once again obtained the location of the Iron Hands fleet. With Typhons's sophisticated calculations and the cover of Nurgle, as long as they are lucky, they can finally get rid of their opponents by making another long-distance Warp voyage.

"May the Father bless you!" However, the result of this divination shocked Typhon. It clearly showed the current situation: a torrent of Warp was flowing, and the surging waves of Warp seemed to be boiling. At this time, the fleet could not enter the Warp to sail.

"How could this happen? In every previous voyage, the warp was calm, and the power of the loving father allowed us to reach our destination faster. Why is it like this now? What on earth happened?" Typhon said in shock.

"A force from a higher dimension has intervened in this war! Someone has stopped us from entering the warp! It must be like this, damn it, I feel the breath of the Supreme Eagle! It's Tzeentch! He is taking revenge on us!" Feeling the breath flowing out from the curtain of the warp and reality, Kugath said in panic.

"How could this happen? Aren't we supposed to fight the Emperor together? Although there will be conflicts between us, at least on the surface, we should be allies, right?" Typhon said with a frown.

"The issue is very complicated. Tzeentch did something that made the gods fear. And the loving father reminded Him." Ku'gath said very cryptically.

"Okay, then we can only wait for a while. Fortunately, because of the warp storm, the Iron Hands fleet cannot reach here. After the Father dispels the warp storm, we can continue sailing." Typhon said.

"No, perhaps the Iron Hands fleet can reach here," Ku'gath shook his head. "This is a trap, a trap woven by Tzeentch, a trap that will hurt both of us!"

"A trap that will hurt both sides?" Typhon asked curiously.