Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"...The Fourth Legion will likely pay a heavy price. The Lord of Radiance is well-known among the evil gods. If given the chance, they would likely destroy this AI," the traveler said with a complicated expression. In the worst-case scenario, if they were to support both legions, the Fourth Legion alone would be insufficient. The Lord of Radiance's fleet and even its own form would have to be present, and by then, the Four Gods would undoubtedly have made a significant investment. The Lord of Radiance might not be able to withstand it. In other words, it depends on whether anyone truly wants to protect him.

"But someone has to take on this task, doesn't he?" said the Emperor.

"The Lord of Radiance should survive this disaster." The traveler said firmly.

"Save an AI?" The Emperor stroked his chin. "You'll end up like that, won't you?"

"Yes, if that happens, I will take action. After all, the Lord of Radiance is going with his ten thousand years of accumulation to aid your descendants and legion. It would be unreasonable for you not to be there. And by that time, the matter of the Thousand Sons Legion should have come to an end." said the traveler.

The Traveler understood the Emperor's distrust of AI. He could tolerate the Lord of Radiance's continued existence, treating his descendants as sworn brothers, but deep down, He disapproved. However, the Traveler had a different perspective. Since the Lord of Radiance had demonstrated his loyalty, everyone should treat him equally. He could be wary, but he would lend a helping hand whenever possible. He still had to do what needed to be done.

"Nyos, think about what your descendants would think if you missed this battle. After all, the Lord of Radiance is a comrade-in-arms who fought alongside them. Think about those immortals who once fought alongside you, and later parted ways with you. Don't you have any responsibility at all? We still have too few friends in this universe. We should try our best to help those who are loyal to human civilization and have the potential to rise." The traveler persuaded.

"Okay, I will join the battle. I will try my best to save this guy." said the Emperor.

"Okay, I feel relieved with your words." said the traveler.

"Haha, actually, many times, there is no difference between gods and mortals. Everyone has their own likes and dislikes. This is just the beginning. In the future, when new demigods join, you may find it really difficult to make a decision." The Clown God said meaningfully.

It was clear that the Emperor disliked Perturabo and was merely tolerant of the Lord of Radiance. Consequently, he often subconsciously assigned them the most risky missions. The Traveler, on the other hand, was more sympathetic to Perturabo and more appreciative of the Lord of Radiance. Both sides had clearly reached a compromise on the previous issue.

"Okay, let's speculate on the possible process of the rebellion. Once Horus is bewitched and launches a rebellion, their first wave will target the loyalists of each legion. And if Loken is trustworthy, then Locke and his Forge World will be the largest stronghold of the loyalists, and it will definitely be besieged." said the Emperor.

"If it's just a retreat, it's not a big problem. There is a Webway on that planet, and Loken's troops can evacuate through the Webway. Although we cannot guarantee the absolute safety of the Webway, it is much better than going through the Warp." said the Harlequin God.

This dimension will never again see all Loyalists being gathered on a single planet and then wiped out en masse. The Traveler's presence allows for smoother communication between the Imperial forces. Furthermore, since the Imperial Retinue represents the Emperor himself, their orders are, in some ways, even higher than those of the Primarch. Therefore, if necessary, they can relay orders to certain units, effectively preventing them from escaping a trap. This is especially true when the Traveler himself takes action. Thousands of years ago, when the Traveler was not yet a god, he was able to escape without a hitch, so how much more so now?

"I will personally handle the Loyalist issue. You will then be responsible for the safe evacuation of the Iron Hands and Blood Angels. If I have completed my task, I will rush over to help," said the Traveler.

"The Eldar Legion will also launch an attack behind the rebels to delay them. We will fulfill our obligations." said the God of Death, Inijed.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we will be able to stabilize the front line after paying a certain price. At this time, what will Horus do next? Will he send two legions to attack Ultramar like he did in another plane?" asked the Emperor.

"It should be inevitable. On the one hand, Ultramar is powerful. If left unchecked, Guilliman's reinforcements will continue to pour into the Solar Segmentum, and the rebels will simply not be able to consume them. On the other hand, the traitorous legions want to stir up a warp storm to block all kinds of support from our legions. Although the second one is not so fatal to us, the first one alone will cause Horus to send a large army to attack the Ultramarines." said the traveler.

"I hope Guilliman's performance will be good enough this time. If these problems are resolved, you can go there if it is convenient for you," said the Emperor.

"Haha, okay. I will do my job. But what about you? Emperor, you are ultimately needed to end this rebellion. The end of the ritual will come with your victory over Horus. We can do other things well, but what happens to humanity in the end depends on you," said the traveler.

"I will do it." The Emperor replied very briefly.

"Very good. If Guilliman successfully blocks the attack of the enemy legion, he can lead the support. And we will survive the most dangerous moment. Jonson can defeat Vashtor, not because Jonson is strong enough, but because the latter is just completing a mission. Then, when the Dark Angels and the Salamanders Legion also turn around, we will have an overwhelming advantage. We can completely fight a decisive battle with the enemy at the edge of the Solar Segmentum. An unprecedented large-scale decisive battle will bring the Great Heresy to an end." said the Traveler.

"This result is acceptable," said the Emperor.

"Then let's prepare. I hope everything goes smoothly." The Traveler looked at the chessboard and starry sky glittering before the Four Gods and sighed deeply. Time and fate flowed towards that critical juncture.

Ultimately, the Battle of Ullanor was a glorious victory, fought valiantly by the Legions. Jonson and his Legion achieved the greatest victory, while Horus, despite suffering a series of heavy losses due to his close ties with the Legion, ultimately, the Luna Wolves also performed brilliantly in the battle. As a token of consolation for the Emperor's first returning son, Horus was granted command of several Legions, including Angron's World Eaters and the Emperor's Children. He became one of the Warmasters, Jonson another, and Ferrus was nominated as the third.

With the Battle of Ullanor concluded, the moment that determined humanity's fate finally arrived! A rebellion in the Isstvan system brought Horus to a critical juncture. And the Traveler embarked on a nearly impossible quest. He must bring back as much of Horus' soul and essence as possible!

Chapter 362: Istvan's Fate

"The Luna Wolves' fleet is coming. Are you sure that Horus will stand on our side in the end, Lorgar?" Mortarion said rather dejectedly in a cave on the planet Isstvan III.

"This is the fate the gods have decreed for Horus. He will lead us in our rebellion against our false father and the traveler who usurped power," Lorgar said. "You should believe me, and the gods behind me. Without their might, you and your descendants would have been captured by Ferrus and crushed to pieces."

"Shut up, Lorgar! Even without you, I still won't lose to Ferrus." Mortarion said gritting his teeth.

"Haha, perhaps those piercing wounds on the Endurance are more convincing than your words," Lorgar sneered inwardly, but he didn't continue to provoke his brother. Lorgar had seen Mortarion's future. Although he was currently unaware of his fate and still full of resistance to Nurgle, Mortarion and his legion would sooner or later fall into Nurgle's arms.

"How do you plan to convince Horus?" Mortarion asked.

"Just stating some cold facts. In reality, Horus was already someone to be abandoned. Both the Emperor and the Traveler began to reject Horus a long time ago," Lorgar said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The Emperor loved Horus so much, trusted him, and honored him. No Primarch has ever been treated better than Horus." Mortarion said. "As for the Traveler you mentioned, who is he?"

"Don't be fooled by appearances, my brother." After saying this, Lorgar used his psychic power to transmit a large amount of information into Mortarion's mind, including the matter about the Traveler.

"Damn it, it's psychic power again. You actually used psychic power on me." Mortarion waved the sickle in his hand, as if he wanted to hit Lorgar.

"But psychic power is indeed very useful. Isn't it? I don't have that much time to explain these things to you." Lorgar smiled and waved his hand to dismiss the guards behind him.

"So, Balder and the Khan's former lieutenant are the Traveler's incarnations? Their power is truly formidable." Mortarion suddenly realized after reviewing the information Lorgar had provided. He felt a certain unease, after all, the other party's strength had left such a deep impression on him. No secret can remain hidden forever. Even Tzeentch's schemes have a shelf life. And what about the Traveler's information? Aside from the information about his escape from the Warhammer Plane, most of it had already been discovered by the evil gods after his return. And it was clear that the Traveler had indeed taken precautions against the traitorous Legion. For the evil gods, this was enough of a tool to pry open Horus's heart.

Simply put, someone gave up on you a hundred years ago, and your father, believing that person's slander, gave up trying to save you. Now, the four gods have given you power, and you're not going to overthrow them? Faced with this situation, the traveler is actually helpless. After all, if you have enjoyed the various benefits of the prophecy, you must also consider the various consequences in the future.

In a way, this calculation from the Emperor and the Traveler might be more effective than stabbing Horus with a knife and forcing him to surrender.

"Our father is truly a conspirator. And that so-called Traveler is a complete villain," Mortarion said. Then he changed his tone. "How many brothers will stand with us?"

"You and I, along with Fulgrim, Angron, and Horus. As for Magnus? Maybe half of him." Lorgar thought for a moment and said.

"Magnus? Most of it?" Mortarion said with some surprise.

"Yes, Magnus was too arrogant and conceited. He tore himself into pieces," Lorgar said.

"Haha, I expected this. This guy is always so arrogant and conceited. I'm not surprised by his outcome," Mortarion said with a hint of pride. "Unlike me, who is always so cautious and resilient, staying away from dangerous things."

"But, only six brothers and legions? Isn't that too few?" Mortarion frowned. There were eighteen legions in total, and only a third were on his side. And if we were to measure strength, it might not even be a third! After all, most of the powerful legions seemed to be on the Emperor's side.

"The Alpha Legion itself is in chaos, so we don't need to worry about it for now. We can try to fight for the Night Lords Legion. As for the other legions? They will be held back by the gods. In fact, our false god father can only use a few legions to deal with us. So, you should believe that we can achieve the final victory." Lorgar said.

"I believe in Horus, but not in you," Mortarion said, glancing at Lorgar. Meanwhile, the Luna Wolves fleet had already reached high orbit around Isstvan 3. A massive planetary assault was about to begin.

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"The situation here is very similar to what Chalmers encountered back then. A Warp existence called Nurgle has polluted this place. Our mission is to expel the filth and restore the glory of the Empire. I will arrange the tasks now. Abaddon, your body has not fully recovered yet, so you stay in the fleet and take command. Torgaddon, you will assist Abaddon. Sejanus, come down with me to clean up these guys called demons." On the Spirit of Vengeance, Horus arranged the tasks.

"I'll go with you." At this moment, the traveler's clone, the emperor's attendant codenamed Ranger pushed open the door of the conference room.

"I thought you would leave my legion after our last showdown. You said I was a politician and you don't like politicians." Horus looked at the traveler with complicated eyes.

"I really don't like you very much, Horus," the Traveler sighed. "But you must believe me, if I can, I will do my best to save you, even if it's just a part of you, even if it means facing the evil gods of the Warp." The Traveler said without pretense.

"What are you talking about?" Abaddon roared, dragging his still bandaged body.

"The wind is blowing in the Warp." The traveler raised one hand and felt the roar of the Chaos God of the High Heaven.

"My lord, the storm in the Warp has blocked our route." At this moment, the fleet's chief navigator reported to Horus in horror.

"If I remember correctly, the Empire has a technology that doesn't require the Warp?" Horus said grimly. Webway technology wasn't completely secret. Perhaps it was because the project was so massive, with three legions involved, keeping it secret was impossible.

"It should have been cut off. But there is good news, this storm will not last too long. Your father and the Traveler will try to reduce the duration of the warp storm if we can hold on." said the Traveler.

Fate has returned to where it all began. The Emperor and the Traveler's original form are indeed striving to open this passage, but Horus's fall is inevitable. Even if it's avoided this time, it will happen again in the future. The Traveler's purpose here is to retrieve as much of Horus' essence as possible and to take as many loyalists as possible with him. Of course, facing the Four Evil Gods, there's a chance he won't be able to take anything with him, and he might even end up leaving his own avatar behind!

But the Traveler agreed to the Emperor's request and would come in person. And as He had just said, He had really tried His best to save Horus!

"But it is obvious that we can't wait until that moment." Horus also looked up at the void. The perception derived from the essence of the Primarch made him feel that one or several terrifying guys were coming here through the warp storm.

"They won't wait even a moment longer," the Traveler sighed. With a gentle wave of his hand, a golden spear appeared in his hand. The Spear of Dionysus, the artifact once wielded by Russ, appeared in his hand. At this moment, a crimson rift suddenly appeared between reality and the void, as if an immensely powerful being had ripped the fragile veil apart with a sharp sword. Then, a figure clad in red armor appeared in the real universe. The moment it entered, everyone felt their blood boil, and an uncontrollable killing intent spread. Even the Space Marines reached for their weapons, staring at each other with bloodshot eyes, as if a single spark could detonate the entire situation.

"What is He?" Horus looked at the existence that seemed to exist between illusion and reality, beads of sweat rolling down his head.

"The evil god who is about to bewitch you," the Traveler said expressionlessly. "Horus, perhaps you will not be able to escape their clutches, but I will do my best to take a part of you." The Traveler looked deeply at Horus, then glanced at Sejanus, Abaddon, Torgathon, and little Horus beside him.

"I really tried my best, don't blame me." After saying this, the Traveler took a step forward and instantly passed the Spirit of Vengeance and the void shield outside. Then he raised the Spear of Dionysus in his hand and aimed it at Khorne's clone.

"I thought it would be the four of you coming together." The traveler said jokingly as he looked at the warrior in front of him.

Khorne, on the other side, raised his sword and said, "They are all a bunch of cowards, a group of people who love conspiracy but cannot appreciate the glory of battle and blood. I am glad that you are here, so I hope to have a glorious battle with you."

"Okay, I'll take what you said as true." The traveler glanced at the guys hiding deep in the warp curtain and said with a smile.

"What I say must be true. This will be a battle between you and me! Only you and me!" Khorne's clone roared and charged, transforming into a blood-red tide as it rushed towards the azure ocean in the distance! When Khorne's vortex sword clashed with the Dionysus's Spear, a sound that could drive mortals mad reverberated throughout the galaxy. It was a crash that pierced the soul. In that moment, time and space were annihilated by the collision of powerful divine power. The aftermath of the collision forged a rift in the real universe spanning tens of thousands of kilometers, and this was only the first round of the exchange.

However, just as the two gods' clones were fighting in the high dimension, the battle between mortals also began.

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"My lord, what should we do?" Sejanus, witnessing the gods fighting for the first time, was also shocked. However, he quickly recovered from his shock. Now was not the time to marvel at the might of some being; they had to act quickly. However, at this moment, an inexplicable communication was connected to the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit. A moment later, Mortarion's face appeared before Horus.

"Long time no see, my dearest brother." Mortarion said.

"Damn you, traitor! You actually teamed up with such an evil being to plot against me and our father!" Horus shouted.

"Horus, although the truth is cruel, I have to tell you that everything was destined a hundred years ago. You are an abandoned person, and the Emperor and the guy who is fighting are just fooling you with a hypocritical appearance. Think about the Primarchs and Legions who participated in the Randan War, and then think about us. Don't you think that everything seems to be planned?" Mortarion's voice sounded in Horus' ears like a spell.

"If you want to know the truth, then come down. I think when you know everything, you will make the right choice." Mortarion said.

"Haha, come down? Do you think I'm stupid enough to easily fall into the trap you set?" Horus sneered.

"But it is clear that you have no other choice, is it?" Mortarion said. At this moment, the veil between the Warp and reality was torn apart again, and the fleets of the Word Bearers and the Death Guard appeared in the void.

"The hub of the entire ceremony is behind me. You can choose to wait for your fate in the fleet, or you can choose to come down and fight." Mortarion said.

"In that case, then you will await the judgment of the Empire." Realizing he had few options left, Horus decided to launch the offensive himself. At this moment, the war among the gods in the void reached its climax.

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"Are we just going to watch? This is such a rare opportunity. We can even kill the important clones of the gods and get a glimpse of the source of their power." A purple figure looked at the two clones of the gods who were fighting with envy.

"Tzeentch is not here either. If we take the opportunity to kill the Traveler's clone, we can gain unimaginable benefits. That is an incarnation that has become a god in reality. We can even use this as a basis to allow our clones to descend into the real universe for a long time." Slaanesh looked at Nurgle who was still silent beside him.

Chapter 363 Slaanesh, I gave you a chance, but you are useless!

"Tzeentch is stalked by the Abomination. He is the most cunning of our lot," said Nurgle.

"But what does this have to do with us?" Slaanesh asked with some confusion.

"I can feel that the Traveler's lifeline is still normal. Even His clone will not die in this battle. If my perception is correct, it means that your plan will not win. And Tzeentch is not here, and we can't even sense what the Traveler's backup plan is." Nurgle said.

"So what? We have an absolute advantage. There are three of us, while He is only one. And the greatest pressure is borne by Khorne!" Slaanesh said indifferently.

"Compared to the power comparison on paper, I trust my speculation more. Don't forget, Slaanesh and Fulgrim are still in the hands of the Empire. If you take action today, the future may be very bad." Nurgle reminded.

"If I can possess an avatar that can walk in the mortal world, then the Primarch is not indispensable." Slaanesh licked his lips with his long tongue. "I have tasted the flavor of the gods; their souls and bodies are so tempting."

"Enough, Slaanesh! Your time of willfulness is over. Your greed is blinding you!" Nurgle snarled.

"Stop preaching to me! You're too obsessed with your power, you think you can predict life and death! But fate is chaotic, no one can be certain of everything, even if that's your power!" Slaanesh's clone drooled as he looked at the distant travelers. "The world should have desires, and it's desire that sustains us! We are gods, the mighty powers of chaos and destruction, and we should break free from so-called fate!"

As Slaanesh spoke, he stepped out from the veil, two of his claws snapping. His other four hands wielded four slender straight-bladed swords!

"Nurgle, if you remain silent, I will share this feast with Khorne!" Slaanesh said. Nurgle's reaction was indifferent, a gentle gesture of invitation. Then, Slaanesh transformed into a purple whirlwind and rushed towards the distant battlefield!

"Here it comes!" The moment Slaanesh struck, both Khorne and the Traveler sensed it! Khorne roared angrily at Slaanesh, scolding him for withdrawing from the duel he had chosen! He continued to swing his sword at the Traveler. Slaanesh responded with a piercing laugh. He circled the periphery of the battlefield, seeking an opportunity to enter. But fate didn't make him wait long! The moment the spikes on Khorne's sword locked onto the Spear of Dionysus, Slaanesh moved, his pincers slamming down heavily on the Traveler. Simultaneously, four sharp swords slashed down like a storm!

In an instant, blue divine blood spread across the Warp and the physical universe. Carried with powerful divine energy, the blood rained down upon Isstvan III and the surrounding space like raindrops! In an instant, the powerful divine energy and blood transformed into a sea of ​​blue fire, devouring all that filthed the Warp! The Traveler, overcome with pain, began to activate his own powers, abandoning the Spear of Dionysus and temporarily separating himself from Khorne. A portal appeared before the Traveler, then vanished into thin air in a flash. Before the portal closed, Slaanesh swooped in!

"A battle without honor!" Khorne's clone swung his sword, knocking the Spear of Dionysus away, sending it crashing directly onto Isstvan III. He did not pursue the Traveler, as this would have violated his previous oath. He had promised to fight the Traveler in a one-on-one battle. Now, with Slaanesh joining the fray, this battle was no longer a glorious duel. However, it was clear that under the current circumstances, Khorne could not afford to attack or vent his anger on his companions.

"I will remember you, Slaanesh!" Khorne said viciously.

"I originally thought that you would act with Slaanesh." Khorne looked at Nurgle and said with some surprise.

"I'm not that stupid." Nurgle snorted.

"Have you seen through the Traveler's trick?" Khorne asked curiously.

"No, it's just that I saw the result. The Traveler's clone will be fine. The best outcome for Slaanesh is that his efforts were in vain." Nurgle said.

"Could Slaanesh be severely damaged?" Khorne asked tentatively.

"Isn't this result acceptable to us all?" Nurgle laughed.

"Yes, we can all accept that." Khorne nodded in agreement.

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"Give up, Traveler. You have no chance of victory! Your clone and its power will be mine. You are unarmed and covered in wounds. You are doomed to fail! And everything in this clone will become compensation for the offense I have committed against you! Can't you feel the breath of death already enveloping you?" Within the Webway, Slaanesh's clone attacked the Traveler with the most precise swordsmanship and the most elegant dance moves. The latter's body was already covered with scars. It seemed that defeat was only a matter of time. Facing Slaanesh's provocation, the Traveler did not respond. He stubbornly resisted Slaanesh's attacks, but it was clear that he was struggling!

"It's all over!" After Slaanesh had stabbed 665 times, he concentrated all his strength into a final attack. At this moment, he suddenly felt his soul go haywire, as if a powerful force was resonating with the power of the gods he had devoured! This caused his movements to pause! At this moment, the Eldar Death God took action. He used his power to awaken the remaining souls of those who had died at the hands of Slaanesh but had not yet been fully digested. Some were Eldar gods, some were ordinary Eldar! And this power temporarily bound Slaanesh!

"You're just trash!" The Traveler sneered at the stunned Slaanesh. He then produced a vial of liquid. At this moment, the cycle of all things in the world, the cycle of cause and effect, would reappear! And all that Slaanesh had destroyed, the gods and races it had slaughtered, would now exact its vengeance upon Slaanesh. The Traveler quickly drank the primordial water left behind by the piercing god Nar. This was a miraculous elixir that could rapidly repair the divine body under the influence of divine power. Only the Traveler's clone was damaged, but the divine power supply was still sufficient, and in that instant, the Traveler's clone's flesh was largely healed!

"You plotted against me!" Slaanesh looked in horror at the Traveler, who had recovered somewhat. Even more terrifying was the fact that the Traveler had unsheathed another weapon, a weapon that filled Slaanesh with even greater terror and despair than the Emperor's own Dionysus Spear! The weapon the Traveler now held was the very same Twilight Spear he had used to slay the Lord of Randan! This was a true god-killing weapon! Not only could it kill clones, but through the nexus of fate and karma, it could even harm the original being!

"No! Never!" Slaanesh roared, breaking free from the Eldar Death God's grasp. But it was too late. The Twilight Spear had already pierced Slaanesh's body. Powerful divine power and destiny connected Slaanesh's clone and original form. Then, the power of the Eldar Death God and the Traveler merged into one, tearing through the nearly defenseless Slaanesh! An unhealable wound appeared on the Lord of Pleasure's body. Worse still, the remaining souls within Slaanesh began to flow out through this wound!

"No, you can't do this!" Within the Six Rings, Slaanesh twisted his body in agony. The wound might not have been fatal, but it was enough to cause him unbearable pain and the scattering of countless souls. He struggled to hold the wound closed, but the simultaneous tearing from both inside and outside left him weakened.

And then, one of the Traveler's hands pierced into Slaanesh's body. He felt a familiar soul, captured it, and then pulled it out!

"Asuryan! We're even!" The Traveler sighed as he watched the soul ripped from Slaanesh's body. With the outflow of some of the Phoenix King Asuryan's remaining soul and a large number of Eldar souls, the situation of Slaanesh being attacked from both inside and outside finally came to an end. Seizing this opportunity, Slaanesh decisively abandoned this clone, and his true form hid deep within the Sixth Ring. This game was too terrifying! He no longer wanted to participate! With the destruction of this clone, Slaanesh's influence on the real universe before the Heresy would be extremely low! Even in the Warp, he could no longer release new clones!

"It seems that my investment was the wisest choice in my life." The remnant soul of the Phoenix King smiled.

"Now, you owe human civilization," said the traveler.

"I understand what you and the Emperor fear. We will work with you to preserve all Primarchs and allow those with potential to embark on that path. Furthermore, I myself will not reclaim power, for our time has passed," the Phoenix King declared. Although newly freed, Asuryan still had a clear assessment of the situation. The Eldar cannot have too many gods, as this would affect the balance between humanity and the Eldar. Humanity will dominate the galaxy. This is the general trend. The Traveler may rescue himself out of past friendship, but when it comes to fundamental issues, the other side will not yield. Humanity will be the primary force in this alliance. In the future, new demigods may emerge from the Eldar, but only if the gods and power of both sides remain roughly balanced.