Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"I understand what you mean. I was originally trapped in a deadly situation. I could even feel Tzeentch's staff getting closer and closer. But in the final moment, I broke free and became a new me," the Traveler said. He wouldn't easily reveal his experience of breaking the fourth wall and escaping to another universe. But he understood the reason he escaped death.

That is, although He, as a god, still adheres to the law of increasing entropy, His entropy continuously increased when He was born. However, His continuous breakthroughs and growth caused His entropy increase bar to refresh again and again. Finally, His successful ascension to godhood wiped out the previous progress bar, and a new progress bar appeared, seemingly with no end in sight. So, to put it bluntly, the Traveler can be extravagant. Over the foreseeable timescale, His vitality is essentially the same as that of the Heretic God; both are immortal. Although failure in some things, or even the loss of an avatar, will lead to an increase in entropy, this is not unacceptable to the Traveler at this time. However, the Traveler is accustomed to poverty and remains cautious after suddenly becoming rich.

With Trazyn's guidance, the traveler understood the reason for the Lord of Radiance's inevitable death. His entropy had reached its limit, and he was unable to complete his transformation, or in other words, to refresh the progress bar. This was a decline from within, a fate that could be understood as the end of his life. This was not something that could be resolved by external forces, but rather by factors within the Lord of Radiance himself.

"In this world, life and death have never been fundamentally reversed. The so-called reincarnation of the Eldar is also the result of losing oneself in repeated deaths, giving birth to a distorted new existence. Think about those Eldar who eventually destroyed their own civilization. In the final crazy moment, their essence was completely different from before. The only thing they had in common with their predecessors was memory, knowledge and a name, which are easy to copy. Their essence was lost and changed again and again. They became unrecognizable existences. And eventually caused a catastrophe. Therefore, if the Lord of Radiance wants to survive with his original identity, then there is basically no chance." Trazyn said with spread out hands.

"I understand. I think he could accept continuing to exist under a different identity, perhaps through faith or divine power," the Traveler said. He wanted to preserve the core and spirit of the Lord of Radiance—a symbol, an anchor in history and reality. Whether it was a supercomputer wasn't really important.

"He is not like you. You have accumulated a lot of experience and are lucky enough, so you were able to upgrade at the critical moment. But he is different. For thousands of years, he has been hiding here and there, lacking achievements, and is constantly being weakened. It is impossible for him to upgrade upwards, and he can only degenerate downwards." said Taraxin.

"When the Eye of Terror appears, who can make any achievements? Your requirements are too high." said the traveler.

"So, you survived the siege of the gods and became a god. But he had to face his own destiny. That's the difference," said Trazyn.

"I understand. Preserve the most essential parts of the Lord of Radiance: his personality, thoughts, and wisdom. Knowledge and the like are irrelevant. After all, knowledge can be preserved in other ways." The traveler nodded.

"You remain as wise as ever." Trazyn smiled, taking the Traveler's treasured codex, which had been stored for tens of thousands of years. "I'll provide some technical assistance. The physical aspects are easy. The key is to convince the Lord of Radiance to give up his immense power as a super AI."

"I understand. Once someone possesses immense power, it's truly difficult to get them to give it up," the traveler sighed. This is because humans, or even intelligent creatures, always try to take chances, believing they can have their cake and eat it too. However, the end result is often nothing.

Even Trazyn is like this, his entropy increasing, and so is the entire Necrontyr. The Necrontyr are powerful, but they cannot withstand the test of time. There are countless Necrontyr Overlords and Pharaohs who have fallen into a deep sleep, unable to wake, or have gone mad. They are dying, and even without external enemies, they will still be slowly worn away by time. Why does Trazyn stay awake? Why does he amass countless collections? Recording history is just a hobby; fundamentally, he seeks a path to transcendence, but for now, he has only found a way to survive.

The solution devised for the Lord of Radiance was actually a preparation for himself. When necessary, Trazyn could transform into a human, a fragile human, rather than a powerful undead overlord. You could say Trazyn was soulless at this point, but you couldn't say he wasn't powerful. And the reason Trazyn hadn't finally transformed into a human and accepted the soul bestowed by the Traveler, aside from ancient stubbornness, was also a reluctance to give up his power.

"I'll go and prepare now. If possible, I hope you can participate in this war." said the traveler.

"Haha, I will fulfill my responsibilities as an ally." Trazyn nodded.

As the Traveler prepared for the impending war, Horus and his allies did the same. Several Legions gathered forces here. Even Magnus's Dark Side, who had just participated in the final battle, participated. Horus was pleased, but also a little unhappy because Fulgrim hadn't come!

Chapter 382: The scattered rebels, each with their own agenda (9K)

"I summoned Fulgrim and his legion, but it wasn't my brother who came before me, but you, a demon. I believe you and your master must give me an explanation." Horus said grimly, looking at Shalahi Demon Disaster in front of him.

After the forge world of Dal'Khan was finally reduced to an asteroid belt, the battered Lorgar reunited with Horus with his fleet. During this time, Horus, along with his own Legion, the Death Guard, the World Eaters, and numerous Dark Mechanicum and mortal legions, launched a series of offensives against the Blood Angels and Iron Hands. Though the latter were pushed back, they remained intact. The Iron Hands' tenacity, resilience, and superior skill, combined with the Blood Angels' swift and deadly assaults, presented Horus with a formidable challenge.

However, at this moment, news arrived from the front that Perturabo and his Legion had assembled and prepared at a Warp tunnel junction. They were ready to join the two Loyalist Legions and confront Horus's coalition. In addition to these three Legions, the Space Wolves, having dealt with the Thousand Sons, also quickly arrived on the battlefield. Besides these established Legions, scattered reinforcements from other Legions had also departed. The system where Perturabo and his Legion were stationed, known as the Astral Nexus, had become the inevitable site of a decisive battle. Horus decided to concentrate all his forces there to open a path deep into the Imperium.

To this end, the Dark Warmaster concentrated almost all of his legions, including the Sons of Horus, Death Guard, World Eaters, the hastily arrived Word Bearers, and the Thousand Sons of Dark Magnus. On paper, he had 5 legions, but it would be better not to mention the Thousand Sons in his hands...

However, what Horus could not have imagined was that all the people he thought might not be able to arrive had come, but the person he wanted to see the most did not come! He issued an order to Fulgrim, but Fulgrim did not respond. Instead, a Slaanesh Daemon and his demon army came to report.

"Respected Warmaster, Lord Fulgrim has his own mission. Too many of your brothers have sided with the False Emperor. We need more allies. Lord Fulgrim once taught Curze, the Primarch of the Eighth Legion. I believe Lord Fulgrim can convince the Night Haunters to side with us. Curze's Legion is wavering. Although it has not joined us, it has also not accepted the orders of the False Emperor."

"And in order to make up for your lack of military strength, I will bring my Lord's army to participate in this operation. I hope it will satisfy you." The chief demon of Slaanesh lowered his proud head and explained to the Dark Warmaster.

"To win over Curze?" Horus stared at the demon before him without saying anything. This reason made sense; after all, his legions were indeed too few, and the Warhounds were still in tatters. But Horus had a feeling Fulgrim, or perhaps the Slaanesh behind him, had other motives. Obviously, before the war broke out, Horus couldn't delve into this matter further.

"Okay, I accept your explanation, but you need to take on the tasks that Fulgrim and his legion should have taken on. The Third Legion excels in tactics and high-speed interspersed operations. I hope the Lord of Pleasure's legion can do the same." Horus then glanced at his brother.

Mortarion cast a cold glance at the demon before him, his heart filled with fear. Angron, struggling to suppress his fury, licked his lips from time to time. He seemed to have found a new adversary, one that spurred his desire for battle. The dark Magnus glanced at the Scourge, then muttered into the void, seemingly unconcerned. Lorgar remained silent, occasionally communicating psychically with Ku'gath beside him.

"It is said that you are the greatest demon under the Dark Prince." Horus pondered for a moment and then changed the subject.

"I'm still the most powerful demon," Demon Scourge declared, his gaze sweeping across the demons in the meeting hall. There were four named demons present: himself, Ku'gath, Kalos, and Kabanha. He held Khorne's demons in contempt, believing them to be possessed only of muscle and fury, devoid of the grace and skill of combat. Demon Scourge had once defeated a man who boasted of being Khorne's greatest demon. That man possessed ample strength, but his skills were mediocre. Kabanha was likely a similar type.

Nurgle, the figure behind Ku'gath, is an ally of his master, so he surely wouldn't provoke him. As for Tzeentch's demons? They're not weak, but they're extremely cautious and won't cross him over such a feud. If Kabanha wants to try, the Scourge wouldn't mind using him to establish his authority. After all, Slaanesh's avatar died too quickly, exiting the fray too soon. If the S system wants to emerge victorious, it'll depend on him, the leading demon.

"So, it's not too much for you to deal with one of my brothers? I'll leave Perturabo to you." Horus said with a smile. But it must be said that Horus found a powerful opponent for the Scourge.

"As you wish." Mozai did not refuse.

"Very good." Horus looked at the others. "Angron, you and your legion just need to hold the angel back. Kabanha and his legion will help you."

"Angel? A decent opponent. But I'd rather deal with Perturabo," Angron gritted his teeth. That battle had become Angron's nightmare, as the Iron Lord had completely exposed someone's true colors. Since then, Angron had yearned for revenge, but he knew he couldn't defeat the Iron Lord, either with his own might or his legions.

"Mortarion, you and your legion and the legion of the Lord of Change will hold back Ferrus. He can make up for your lack of psychic power. In the previous battle, the Iron Hands relied on their huge numbers to gain an advantage over the Death Guard Legion, but I don't think Ferrus is better than you, my brother. You are so tough and tenacious. I believe you will not let go of this opportunity." Horus said to Mortarion kindly.

"I will make Ferrus pay with blood." Mortarion's voice boomed. Although he didn't want to be with a group of demons who played with psychic energy, Ferrus's strength made him fearful. Reinforcements were better than no reinforcements.

"Magnus, my brother, you have become purer now. You are a wise man and will no longer be constrained by certain mortal rules and morals. You can fully unleash your strength and talents. Lorgar and I will assign you a part of the legion to make up for the shortage of your legion's manpower. Your mission is to support and try to block the reinforcements of the Imperial Legion. You are likely to encounter Space Wolves this time, and the current combat environment is very different from before. I believe that the pleasure of revenge is better than any nectar." Horus said with a smile.

"I look forward to the Space Wolves' attack." The dark side of Magnus nodded in satisfaction.

"Lorgar, I will draw some troops from my legion to attack Perturabo together with your legion. The Lord of Steel has powerful troops under his command, and has also received help from an ancient relic. We must inflict a heavy blow on him in this battle, otherwise there will be endless troubles." Horus said seriously.

"This is my honor and my mission." Lorgar bowed and saluted.

"Then let us work together to achieve a great victory!" Horus said finally.

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"Father, you treated Lord Fulgrim too lightly. He should have brought his legions to join us. His tactics and high-quality legions will be very beneficial to us." After everyone retreated, little Horus said dissatisfiedly.

"Do you think I don't know Fulgrim is disobeying orders?" Horus said darkly, glancing at the only remaining elder on the Council of Four Kings. The original Council of Four Kings had fallen apart. Abaddon, though still at his side, was a walking corpse, numb as a machine rather than a valiant warrior. Sejanus, Loken, and Torgaddon had already left him. Even though the remaining young Horus had been the weakest, Horus still treasured him. The newly promoted Makhnos and Serhan Tagost were also capable, but overall they were still a little behind. In the current talent shortage, Horus was finally able to patiently explain things to the young Horus.

"But there's no way. Fulgrim did go to find Coze openly, although I think Fulgrim's purpose is definitely not simply to pull Coze into our camp. But with this excuse, I can't punish him. The most important thing is that my power is too weak, and I can't say no to the existence behind Fulgrim. Instead of falling out, it's better to go with the flow." Horus sighed, feeling that it was difficult to be the boss.

Horus didn't possess the absolute power to overpower the other Primarchs. The Dark Gods did grant him strength, but it wasn't enough. Slaanesh's demise within the first hours of the Heresy had severely impacted the Chaos God's Blessing. While Horus still had a firm grip on the Rebellion, he felt his brothers and the forces behind them were scheming.

Of course, Horus also had his own methods. In fact, he always kept his legion in a relatively "safe" position. His legion did provide some support to other legions, but the main force remained in his hands.

"Father, if we can defeat several legions of the Imperial Army before us, what should we do next? Attack deep into the Empire?" asked little Horus.

"No, we will not attack directly in depth." Horus shook his head and said.

"Don't you think we can't win? We have the advantage in manpower, while the other side only has one legion and two broken legions." Young Horus said in shock.

"But it's far from enough. We can only control this node as a defensive position against the Imperial counterattack, but we can't use it as a springboard for further attacks because our forces are still too weak. Even if we win this time, our remaining forces still can't continue the attack. Don't forget, the Ultramarines, the largest of the Legions, and the Emperor's Guards haven't yet taken action, and a certain Lord of the Dark Forge may not be able to hold off the First Legion for long." Horus sighed, his heart filled with resentment.

"The Lord of the Dark Foundry is a demigod. He took action personally." Little Horus said with some doubt.

"Even my brother, my closest brother, has his own plans, so why do you think that a demigod of the Warp who you have never met will do his best to help us?" Horus asked back.

"Our idea of ​​rushing directly to Terra is totally unrealistic. We think that the enemy can set up lines of defense on our way forward and gradually consume our troops. The Empire can bear the risk of failure, but we cannot. The power in our hands is getting less and less." Horus said.

"So what should we do?" asked little Horus.

"I don't have a particularly good plan, but I know that Guilliman must not be allowed to fully support the front. After this battle, I will have Lorgar and Angron launch an expedition against Ultramar. I don't need them to defeat the Ultramar Legion, but as long as they can destroy as many planets and bases as possible in Ultramar and trap the Ultramar Legion there, we will be relieved of a lot of pressure."

"In addition, I can let Magnus or others help Fulgrim. If Fulgrim can get Curze to stand on our side, then we will have another legion. The situation will become more favorable." Horus introduced the overall plan to his most loyal son.

"So what if all this comes true?" Little Horus asked.

"If everything goes well, perhaps we can establish our own empire in a limited area. I will blow up all the intermediate worlds leading to our kingdom and establish an isolation zone. Then we can make long-term plans." Horus said.

"If this is the outcome, it's acceptable." Young Horus nodded. "I look forward to the establishment of such an empire, my father." He raised his head and said confidently.

"Haha... My silly son." Horus looked at him, feeling a mixture of laughter and tears. The first half, regarding the actions against the Ultramarines and the Night Lords, had been a complete and utter lie. But the latter part, regarding the standoff with the Imperium, was pure nonsense. Horus himself didn't believe it, and he was sure that if Cyjanus and Loken were here, they wouldn't believe it either. Yet, little Horus had actually believed it! Horus didn't know whether to be pleased with his son's loyalty or angry at his foolishness.

In reality, Horus had already foreseen his own unhappy end. He knew he couldn't afford to wait it out, not just because the Imperial Legions on the Emperor's side were larger and more numerous, nor because his side was plagued by intrigue while the other side at least had a unified political order. Most importantly, even if the Emperor came personally before him without a large army, could Horus defeat him?

During the epic divine battle over Isstvan 3, Horus had already experienced many shocks. He already knew the terrifying gap between himself and the superiors. Now, it was only because of the support of the Chaos Gods that Horus didn't have to worry about facing the Emperor directly. But he knew that the Chaos Gods would not remain in the physical universe for long. Otherwise, they would be more powerful than the Primarchs, so why would they bother to deceive him?

But would you say Horus didn't leave himself a way out? That's impossible. In fact, Horus and Lorgar shared some common ground on certain issues. During another meeting, Lorgar shared some knowledge and insights with Horus, including the true path to godhood, which the gods had never mentioned to him. Although Lorgar's words concealed much, and Horus even believed that Lorgar didn't understand much, he believed that this was his only possible path to survival. The power of the gods, though great, was not his own. Horus vowed that he would not become a puppet!

Horus didn't believe he could ultimately defeat the Emperor; he simply sought a way to survive, even if it meant escaping to the Eye of Terror. While Horus was plotting his future, Lorgar, faced with Ku'Gath, fell into deep thought. Ku'Gath was so enthusiastic about this battle, completely different from his previous character.

"Great Nurgle takes this battle very seriously," Lorgar said, looking at Ku'gath, who sat upright in his sedan chair. "I want to know my father's plans so that I can better cooperate with him. Is Nurgle interested in Perturabo?"

"No, he belongs to the Abominations and the Hidden Ones (Travelers). Nurgle will not take him, though he is very capable." Ku'gath shook his head. "The Great Father's target is the Lord of Radiance, Perturabo's deputy, the advanced AI that has existed for tens of thousands of years. His life will be taken by the Father, and his remains will become a new landscape and memorial in the garden."

"I've heard about him. It's said that he has a huge fleet and a large number of secondary AIs. His strength is even comparable to that of a small legion." Lorgar said.

"Yes, he did have a lot of deployments. Although tens of thousands of years have passed, he still has a relatively complete system, a system left over from the golden age of mankind, so he must die." Kugax said.

"Even with Horus' reinforcements, my Legion cannot possibly rival two Legions," Lorgar said.

"He will be personally dealt with by the incarnation of his loving father. Without him as his core, his fleet will be weakened, and the Nurgle Legion will also assist you with all its might. Perhaps Horus has his own plans, but for us, harvesting this AI is our greatest goal." Ku'gath said, then looked at Lorgar. "So, what do you say?"

"I..." Lorgar was momentarily lost for words, for this was completely different from what he had imagined. He didn't mind helping the Nurgle Legion deal with an AI while completing their previous strategy, but this was a secondary mission, not the primary one. It simply wasn't Lorgar's primary mission. What Lorgar needed was victory, a heavy blow to the Iron Warriors. And from Ku'gath's words, he seemed to be implying that Nurgle might just leave after the battle?

"Of the remaining three Supreme Beings, two of their avatars will personally participate in the battle, and the Great Prince of Pleasure has also dispatched his most powerful demon. This battle shouldn't end so anticlimactically. We want to open the door to the empire, not just kill a guard." Lorgar expressed his dissatisfaction tactfully.

"You're truly naive," Ku'gath said. He actually began to like Lorgar, because he sensed a kind of devoutness and fanaticism in him. Let's just say Ku'gath was surprised to find that Lorgar had even more faith in Nurgle than he, the greatest of Nurgle's daemons. This was quite amusing.

"Joining a battle and winning a battle are two different issues. Just like on Isstvan 3, didn't the Gods of Order know that Horus' fate could not be changed? But they still joined the battle and paid a huge price. And this time, the Supremes are the same. Their purpose in joining the battle is not to completely smash the bolt, but to kill some existences. So we'd better not think too much about things." said Ku'gath.

"But..." Lorgar wanted to refute, but Kugath shook his head and made a gesture to stop him.

"Think about it, Lorgar. If possible, I'd love to be your partner in the future, not Mortarion." Ku'gath offered Nurgle an olive branch. "Don't be so quick to refuse, Lorgar. Think about it." Ku'gath then left Lorgar's room.

"Yes, I need to think about it carefully." After Luo Jia felt that everything around him had returned to calm and there was no one else around, Luo Jia activated various defense systems, and then carefully took out a small bottle. As the bottle mouth opened, the liquid inside released a brilliant light.

"I hope these things can fundamentally reshape me." Lorgar sighed and took a small sip. It was probably only a few milliliters, but even so, a heart-wrenching feeling made him kneel on the ground. However, before that, he did not forget to cover the small bottle, for fear that the liquid inside would spill out.

The consequences of the divine war on Isstvan 3 were profound. The clash of divine powers fundamentally altered the very fabric of time there, allowing divine power to permeate the surrounding space and time. Lorgar, possessed by a near-fascination with divine power, decided to experiment. Naturally, he dared not approach any remaining traces of it, as Magnus had nearly been annihilated when confronted with even a trace of it. Lorgar's solution was to collect the degraded power of the divinely infected matter, then purify and filter it using artifacts created by the Untouchables.

To achieve this goal, Lorgar left an intact chapter at Isstvan. His claims were deceptive: as a relic of the War of the Gods, it held immense commemorative value. The Word Bearers would erect a monument and temple there. As for the casualties of such a dangerous location, Lorgar cared little. Finally, after a period of extraction and refining, Lorgar obtained a tiny amount of essence, which he carried with him.

Lorgar didn't expect to become a god with this. After all, gods weren't that cheap, even those from lesser races. He simply extracted the power of the gods of order from it, and then gradually erased the influence and control of the evil gods over him, bit by bit. On the one hand, he couldn't make a big fuss, and on the other hand, his body had its limits.

Lorgar didn't know whether the gods knew that he was doing this. He just knew that if he wanted freedom, this was the only way he could try.

"Nurgle has a purpose in this battle, so why is Tzeentch joining in?" Feeling his body gradually returning to normal, Lorgar felt the power of the evil god controlling him weaken. He couldn't understand why Tzeentch would do this. Aren't they enemies?

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"I didn't expect the Supreme Eagle would agree to let you help Mortarion, the Chosen One of Nurgle." On Dark Magnus's flagship, Magnus asked Carlos curiously. "Are you planning to do something?"

"I will help Mortarion hold back Ferrus. I will do what I should do on the tactical level." Carlos said.

"That would be helping Nurgle."

"Yes, on the surface, or in terms of purpose, the great Supreme Eagle did help Nurgle, allowing the latter to complete a harvest. But in fact, this is also the result that my Lord wants to see. The Lord of Radiance is also very outstanding among the second-level existences. My Lord also wants to see his fall." Carlos said.

"So what then?" asked the dark pony.

"And then? Then the attention and retribution of the Gods of Order will turn to Nurgle, not us," Carlos said. "Many of our Lord's actions didn't go smoothly at first, and a big factor was that the two human gods deliberately targeted our Lord, and there were also some people causing trouble."

It wasn't that Tzeentch was incompetent, but rather that he had offended so many and incurred such immense hatred. Not to mention Chaos itself, Tzeentch and the Traveler had been sworn enemies for tens of thousands of years. Tzeentch was the Traveler's most dangerous foe, while the Traveler was an anomaly in Tzeentch's cunning ways. As for the Emperor, he wouldn't have targeted Tzeentch specifically, but Tzeentch targeted the Emperor's most prized Legion, the Thousand Sons, the most important of the Four Legions. How could the Emperor tolerate this? So while the Emperor and the Traveler might disagree on certain issues, they were unanimous in their assault on Tzeentch. Put simply, Tzeentch, an evil god, was being targeted by the Dark Lord and the first major deity of the civilization set to dominate the galaxy. How could he not be under immense pressure? On the other hand, the fact that Tzeentch could still strike so frequently under such circumstances speaks volumes about his skill.

But constantly targeting people isn't a solution. After all, the future is long, and Tzeentch doesn't want to be blocked by the Chaos Gods on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, blocked by the Order Gods on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and then blocked by both on Sundays. Is that even possible?

Therefore, Tzeentch needed an opportunity to divert the enemy's hatred, and Nurgle gave him just that. The Radiant Lord was indeed powerful, but he lacked a strong foundation within the Imperium. It could be said that the Traveler had deliberately brought him in. Never mind the close relationship between the Radiant Lord and Perturabo. If it weren't for the Traveler's introduction and the Emperor's nod, the Radiant Lord and Perturabo would never have met!

So, if Nurgle took action and succeeded, the feud would be sealed. Nurgle's demons wandering the Warp would likely be pursued and intercepted by the Emperor and the Traveler's divine agents. As for the real world? The Traveler, who already possessed partial forging authority and was considered a half-human mechanical deity, could simply issue an oracle, and there were many Forge Worlds willing to deal with Nurgle's minions in the real universe.

As an old rival, locked in a tens of millions of years of conflict, Tzeentch understands Nurgle intimately. This khaki-colored, chubby creature is generally not greedy, taking nothing that doesn't belong to him. But at the same time, he's determined to take what belongs to him, or what he believes to be his! Take the Lord of Radiance, for example. This guy has truly reached his end. If Tzeentch were to do it, he'd be using someone else's knife to kill him. But Nurgle would certainly do it himself, as it's his power, as the Lord of Entropy. Therefore, to prevent himself from being targeted in the future, Tzeentch is willing to help Nurgle facilitate this.

"Alright, I can accept that explanation. But it would be difficult for me to hold off the Space Wolves alone," the Dark Pony said with some concern. Faced with Horus's order, the Dark Pony couldn't refuse, but deep down, he didn't believe he could defeat the enemy. After all, he was only a fraction of the former Magnus, and his legion was too shabby, even inferior to Russ's two fully staffed Great Companies!

"Russ won't arrive at the battlefield soon. If Nurgle moves faster, we can end the battle here before Rus arrives. Of course, we may not be able to win this war, but as long as Nurgle can harvest the Lord of Radiance, our mission will be accomplished. My Lord will withdraw, and then you can leave too." Carlos said.

"Are we going to evacuate?" the dark pony said in surprise.

"Do you still want to stay here and face the wrath of a human god? Do you want to live?" Carlos sneered.

"No, isn't my lord stronger than the traveler?" the dark pony asked back.

"Three times! Three high-intensity wars between gods! The first was the Traveler, the second was the Emperor, and the third was the Traveler again, and it is certain that the Eldar gods will join in. My lord is too tired. In a period of time, the power that my lord can use and the blows that he can withstand are limited. Can you imagine what our situation would be without the protection of those in high positions? Look at Fulgrim, because of Slaanesh's early exit, Fulgrim didn't dare to come to the place where the incarnations of the gods might appear. This is the fundamental reason why Fulgrim avoided the front battlefield. You are too naive." Carlos said.

"The Traveler is only a racial god," the dark pony emphasized.

"Don't talk nonsense about gods! Especially the main god of the galactic overlord. I can't explain too much to you. Because I don't understand it either, so just do it." Carlos's two heads said the same words for the first time.

"Okay, I get it," the dark pony said after a long sigh.

"The last question is, why would Khorne give up this war? Simply to expedition to Ultramar, this reason is not sufficient." asked the dark pony.

"The Blood God didn't lie. He went on an expedition to Ultramar. He has to face his own destiny and battle." Carlos answered directly, and this answer surprised the Dark Pony.

"Back to the previous issue, the Prince of Pleasure was kicked out of the game too early, and our Lord was over-exerted. The Lord of Entropy is a conservative god, and He won't seek more. This means that even if He has the power, He may not do certain things. After this battle, the only one in better condition is the Blood God." Carlos said.

"I have to say, the Blood God is really powerful." After hearing Carlos' words, the Dark Pony couldn't help but shudder, and then gave the Blood God a thumbs up in his heart!

"He is indeed very strong, but there is a limit to his strength." Carlos said with emotion.

The Dark Pony couldn't help but admire Khorne. After all, Khorne was truly ruthless! He had already prepared for a one-on-many situation in the great battle. Honestly, if luck hadn't been on Khorne's side, he might not have been able to defeat the current Emperor, even if the Emperor hadn't turned evil! But even so, Khorne was determined to face his fate, or rather, the fate he had chosen, preparing to face the Emperor in the Dark Crusade, and perhaps even a Traveler.

"You cannot defeat two gods of order," the incarnation of Tzeentch said to Khorne. Tzeentch had been trying to persuade Khorne to join the operation against the Lord of Radiance, but Khorne, who always loved war and blood, was not very interested. Although he sent his generals, he had no intention of taking action himself.

"Perhaps." The Avatar of Khorne wiped the longsword in his hand and tried to remove the slightest black line on the blade. At this moment, he was like a veteran warrior, quietly preparing for the next battle.

"I can't understand why." Tzeentch sneered.

"Then forget it. You, you've treated the entire galaxy's struggle as a game. You've been playing this game for too long, becoming addicted. You believe you've become evil gods, the pinnacle of power in this world. In reality, you're all deceiving yourself. There are beings within this galaxy that we must confront." Khorne pointed with his finger. The meaning was clear: get out!

"It's incomprehensible." Jianqi said helplessly.