Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

So after the battle reached this point, Jonson's goal was no longer to defeat his opponent, but to delay his advance. Of course, during this time, those led by the Sigillite were also desperately trying to stop the Dark Forgers' attacks. Legions of Omen Titans, psychic jammers, and devices carrying the power of the Emperor and the Traveler became powerful weapons against the Dark Gods. Dark technology, psychic energy, and faith, once considered unstable and dangerous, were brought to bear.

But even so, after nearly a third of the Dark Angels were killed or missing, the Imperial Army under Jonson's command continued to retreat steadily. However, all these trends changed after the Battle of Calth.

"My father has arrived, along with Russ's former brothers. They come hand in hand." After giving the order, Jonson looked out into the distant void. A cold golden sun and a vast blue ocean were approaching. Jonson could sense that the Emperor and the Traveler had just fought a great battle and needed to rest, not immediately engaging in the next round of battle. Even so, the Dark Forge Realm began to retreat.

"This will be the last human world we destroy." Zhuang Sen smiled. At this moment, several double-stage torpedoes and vortex torpedoes passed through the ground interception and pierced the earth's crust. Dozens of minutes later, accompanied by violent explosions, this once human planet turned into a mine.

"Asjos, you will lead the fleet away now. I have other matters to attend to." With that, Jonson turned and left. Following him was the Lion King's chief steward, Corswayn. A moment later, Jonson returned to the innermost depths of his flagship. The Invincible Reason had been severely damaged in the battle six months prior, and now the Lion King's flagship was a massive star fortress.

"Father, the Supreme. May mankind prosper forever, and may the empire last forever." When the Lion King returned to his throne room, accompanied by a flash of gold and blue, the Emperor and the Traveler appeared in front of the Lion King. Facing his father, the Lion King bowed and addressed the Traveler as the Supreme.

"You have worked hard, my child." The emperor walked up to Zhuangsen and stroked his increasingly thin face with his hand. The emperor's golden pupils looked at Zhuangsen's bloodshot eyes, and a trace of pity appeared in his heart.

"Everything for the Empire, Father." Zhuang Sen's nose twitched twice, his tone filled with fatigue and pride. He thought he hadn't done well, but he still received his father's approval, which made him feel ashamed.

"You have done your best, Zhuangsen. Your First Legion is still as tenacious as ever." The traveler spoke.

"You're too kind. I'm just doing my duty." Zhuang Sen bowed slightly to the traveler and saluted.

"So now is the time for us to put an end to that dark demigod?" asked Zhuangsen.

"Yes, after resting, we will quickly get rid of this guy. And you, Jonson. You will become the supreme commander of this front, and all subsequent legions arriving here will be under your control." said the Emperor. It was obvious that the Emperor of this plane knew very well how to reward descendants like Jonson and Perturabo.

"It's my honor. I will lead the legions to wipe out all enemies." Zhuang Sen said excitedly.

"Okay, let's talk about other things now. Vashtor is dead. He will eventually fall, but at whose hands he falls and the issue of his legacy are very important matters. It must be said that he is very powerful. Even after death, even if his original consciousness is erased, his fragments may still be a trouble in the future. New life may be born from his brokenness." said the Emperor.

"So you mean we have to seal it or kill it? Of course, if we can use it for our own benefit, that would be the best," Zhuang Sen asked.

"If we can stand on the side of humanity, that would undoubtedly be the best outcome," the Emperor said after a moment's thought. Originally, he could have kept this matter secret from the Primarch. But in the end, the Emperor felt it necessary to hear Jonson's opinion. Jonson's opinion was to consider surrender.

Jonson and the Dark Angels truly hated the xenomorphs, and unless they couldn't, their first choice was to eliminate them. However, Jonson and the Dark Angels also enjoyed using xenomorph equipment. The Legion itself sealed and guarded a vast amount of xenomorph weaponry and technology. Jonson saw this creature, who could one day fall into human hands, as a weapon.

"When we destroy Vashtor, some fragments will eventually fall into the mortal realm. Take your descendants, find them, and keep them safe." The Emperor and the Traveler were busy. This battle required the slaying of Vashtor and the three other evil gods. If the evil gods had rarely gathered before for various reasons, this time, all three would surely be present. After all, it was time to share the spoils. Those who weren't actively working had something wrong with their thinking. The evil gods wouldn't miss this feast.

"As you command," said Jonson.

"By the way, Zhuangsen, how long has it been since you last met Luther?" At this moment, the traveler spoke.

"Luther? He's in charge of training new members for the Legion. I haven't seen him in over a decade. Perhaps after this war, I need to have a good talk with him." Zhuang Sen was taken aback for a moment, then said. He couldn't understand why the traveler suddenly brought up this issue.

"Have you ever exchanged letters?" asked the traveler.

"There were some before, but later, apart from the orders I issued, Luther rarely contacted me. We discussed many things before, including the recruitment of the Legion and the culture of the Legion. He mentioned the differences between the knights from the home planet of Caliban and the personnel recruited from other planets. These differences are mostly cultural, traditional, and have value orientations. Not everyone is like the warriors living on Caliban, who have been facing the influence of Chaos since childhood. Therefore, many new bloods do not quite understand the Legion's practices."

"Luther once proposed to recruit only from Caliban. He believed that new blood from other planets would pollute the principles and culture of the Dark Angels. I rejected this idea because, in my opinion, the Dark Angels should be a melting pot, putting in various different materials and then forging the same warriors." Zhuang Sen said.

"Haha, that's what a human being is," the traveler said with a wry smile. Luther had a problem. Just like in the background, this venerable old knight had probably been influenced by Chaos again.

In the background, because the Lion King only recruited soldiers on Caliban and extensively transformed the planet, transforming Caliban in many aspects such as culture, construction and environment, a group of people believed that the Lion King destroyed Caliban's original culture and life, and made countless civilians bear heavy burdens, so they were dissatisfied with the Lion, and then dissatisfied with the Empire and the Emperor.

Do these people have a point? They do have some truth to them. This is a typical example of not considering the people's tolerance and the result of the conscription going awry.

On this plane, Jonson heeded the Traveler's advice and began recruiting soldiers from other planets. This, however, caused problems. The cultural barriers created by the different planets caused some minor internal problems within the Dark Angels. The people of Caliban also believed that Jonson was too trusting of outsiders and was not treating his home planet well.

This is simply impossible, completely pleasing neither side. Of course, there must be some conspiracy on the part of Tzeentch. People are just so contradictory sometimes.

Moreover, after facing Wa Banxian, the Legion suffered heavy losses. Under such circumstances, the spirit within the Legion, which had been tense for a long time, finally reached its limit. Many grassroots personnel felt that the Lion was too harsh on his own offspring. The DA had shed too much blood, but the Emperor's light never shone here, which caused dissatisfaction to brew in the Legion.

The Lion's attitude towards this is absolute suppression. He has feelings for his offspring and is willing to spare their bloodshed, but all this is premised on winning the war. When necessary, he will use everything, including himself, as cannon fodder on the battlefield. This behavior is indeed considered a bit cold-blooded and ruthless by many of his offspring.

As for why the Ultramarines didn't have this problem? It can only be attributed to Guilliman's innate talent. A bucket of blue paint was invincible. Once the paint was applied, and a golden toilet seat was added, everything became the Ultramarines. Even Plux in the background approved of Guilliman's actions, including the splitting of the Legion...

Of course, one of the important reasons is that the enemies the Ultramarines have always faced are always a little less powerful, unlike the Dark Angels who have already paid a huge price in this war.

I can only say that Guilliman's deception is sometimes quite powerful. On the other hand, Jonson clearly lacks this affinity. Many people respect Guilliman and can consider him a friend, but when facing Jonson, most people are probably afraid and terrified, right?

"We'll have time to deal with this matter," the Traveler said. "We must be careful with our methods and approaches. Luther was deceived, and many of the new recruits are likely innocent."

"Your Majesty, I believe that loyalty should not have the slightest flaw. If loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyalty." Zhuang Sen said firmly.

".......Zhuangsen, be more tolerant to your own offspring. You are the war commander. In addition to proving that the sword in your hand is sharp enough, you also need to use gentle means." The traveler continued to persuade.

"Well, Jonson, this is just a minor issue. I trust you will handle it. The Traveler is right. Most of these people are innocent. Be careful with your approach. Their actions will not bring shame upon the Dark Angels. I will only regard them as minor issues caused by great pressure."

"Okay, father, I will be careful with my methods." Zhuang Sen said. The emperor's persuasion was still effective. Now that the emperor had asked for mercy, Zhuang Sen had nothing to say.

"Well, Jonson, take some time to rest, then go and deal with your Legion's affairs. We will keep this confidential," the Emperor said. "Once we have dealt with matters within the Legion, we will work together to deal with this Darkforge Demigod."

The Emperor and the Traveler were in no rush to deal with the Vulcans. They needed to first address the hidden dangers within the Legion. As for dealing with the Vulcans, whoever strikes first might actually suffer. The Vulcans are not weak, and those who strike first often bear a heavy price. Given the current conditions of Nurgle and the Avatar of Khorne, dealing with the Vulcans remains difficult.

Chapter 441 Horus and Lorgar

"Sir, where are we going next?" asked Angertai.

"We will stay here for now, waiting for Horus' arrival." Lorgar looked up at the distant void, a smile on his face. He saw Horus coming, bringing his fleet with him.

"Get ready to welcome our Warmaster. He will be our partner in our next operation." Lorgar said with a smile.

A moment later, led by the Spirit of Vengeance, the huge Luna Wolves fleet leaped out of the warp and arrived in the real universe. Their arrival made the Word Bearers fleet a little nervous, but Lorgar advised them to stay calm.

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"Father, Lorgar seems to be waiting for us." Little Horus bowed and saluted.

"Lorgar is the most capable and scheming of my brothers. He knows a lot, and he orchestrated it all. He's hard to grasp, and that makes people uneasy," Horus said, his eyes complex as he looked at the Word Bearers fleet in the distance. Although Lorgar had previously explained the purpose of the so-called Dark Crusade to him, Horus also needed him to hold Guilliman back.

The two sides had their differences, but at least they had a common ground before. They maintained a cooperative relationship, but now, it seems that has changed. Lorgar no longer has any interest in overthrowing the Emperor. After the Black Crusade, Lorgar did not reunite with Horus, but chose to travel to the Ghoul Stars!

Faced with this situation, Horus could only lead his own legion to intercept the enemy and ask Lorgar what he wanted to do!

Horus was now in a very miserable state. After all, the Emperor's Children Legion no longer existed. Fulgrim had defected at the last moment and returned to the Emperor's side, while most of the Emperor's Children who had followed him had perished in the attack on the Word Bearers Legion, and the very few who remained no longer followed the Luna Wolves.

Angron had been severely injured and was still in a coma. His Legion refused Horus's call, claiming that the World Eaters would only obey Horus's orders when the Primarch awoke again and recognized Horus.

Faced with this rather provocative statement, many of the hot-tempered Luna Wolves demanded the Primarch's orders, and then pressed their chainsaw swords against the opponent's heads, forcing these guys, who were full of butcher's nails, to surrender.

Horus's decision surprised most. He gave Angron his blessing and quietly led his men away. The reason? Simple: these men, driven into murderous frenzy by the Butcher's Nails, truly feared death! They were determined to fight to the bitter end. So, rather than engage in a fierce battle, killing one side until no one was left, Horus decided to wait until Angron regained consciousness.

As for the Death Guard and the Thousand Sons? These two legions were caught in a rather bizarre situation. Mortarion's Death Guard were attempting to eliminate Typhon's Death Guard, with the former accusing Typhon of treason, while the latter accused Mortarion of rejecting his father's offer, which was absolutely false. Meanwhile, Dark Magnus sided with Mortarion. This created a state of confusion.

Horus had no way to deal with this! The reason was simple. He knew that according to the covenant of the gods, Mortarion should bow down before Nurgle. Horus also acquiesced to some of Typhon's actions. But now, standing behind Mortarion was Tzeentch, the second most powerful evil god! What could Horus do?

He already felt weak. The power Slaanesh had bestowed upon him had dissipated, for Slaanesh had been severely wounded and no longer interfered with matters outside his realm. And Horus couldn't possibly offend any of the evil gods now. So the only option was to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear.

It's not easy for Horus to have come to this point!

Fortunately, when the evil god blocked the door for Horus, he still opened a window. At least he knew Lorgar's location and successfully blocked Lorgar. As for what Horus thought of Lorgar, in fact, Horus really didn't have any. He just wanted to find Lorgar, ask him what he was going to do, and then return to his side and continue the rebellion.

"My lord, Lorgar wishes to see you," said Makhnos.

"Let him see. Welcome my brother," Horus nodded. He felt relieved, for Lorgar's actions showed he acknowledged his position as Warmaster. There was no need for them to engage in combat.

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"Horus, I'm glad to see you." Lorgar bowed slightly to Horus. His gesture made those around Horus secretly breathe a sigh of relief, as it showed that the other party was willing to show weakness. But Horus didn't relax at all. He looked at Lorgar, his eyes fixed on him.

Horus felt a huge threat. Lorgar seemed not to be a human being, but at the same time he was not his father either. He exuded the aura of a superior. Although it was very weak, it was beyond the reach of the Primarch.

"Lorgar, you are no longer the same as before." Horus said with a complicated expression.

"These are just some small gains. You will reach this step, Horus. I came here to discuss an important issue with you. A problem that will help us get out of our current difficulties." Lorgar said.

"You promised me before that you would inflict heavy damage on Guilliman and his Legion, but now, I see only the shattered remains of your fleet. Your words are full of deception. It is hard for me to trust you anymore," said Horus.

"You can say we failed, but you can't say we didn't try." Lorgar paused before continuing. "No matter what, ever since we decided to rebel against the Emperor, my legion and I have always been at the forefront and borne the greatest pressure. Even if I have no credit, I have worked hard. Isn't that right?"

"Or do you think Angron or Mortarion can replace me?" Lorgar asked. His words left Horus speechless. After all, what Lorgar said was true. Although Lorgar had evil intentions, it could not be denied that the Word Bearers were the backbone of the rebellion, and Lorgar was also diligent.

"I hope you can be more frank this time, Lorgar. You want to be the messenger of the gods, but now, no Chaos God shows kindness to you." Horus snorted coldly, then he waved his hand, and everyone left except little Horus.

"Tell me, tell me everything you know, including your changes, what you want to do, and the risks we may face." Horus said.

"I have gained divine power. Although it is not mine, I can use it..." Lorgar then told Horus about the deal he had made with Khorne. He also told Horus about his next plan, which was to take a share of Vashtor's collapse when he died.

"You're truly daring!" Horus felt a bit uneasy after hearing Lorgar's words. He hadn't expected Lorgar to be so daring, even willing to slaughter a god in order to gain power and authority! Okay, slaughtering a god was a bit too much; it was just about taking a piece of the other party's corpse.

"This is our only chance to gain our own godhood, Horus. Your power and mine are both bestowed by Chaos. Only the power in our own hands is ours. Our rebellion can no longer win. We need to plan for ourselves." Lorgar said.

"Haha, it seems that your betrayal has not brought you any benefit. On the contrary, it has put your life on the line. What's most infuriating is that you dragged your brothers into the water for your own ambition. You made us betray our father and let the entire galaxy burn!" Horus said angrily.

"This is all fate. Horus, you said I dragged you into this, but am I not also a victim? Everything started with Erebus and Kor Phaeron. They seduced me, and that was the beginning of all the tragedy." Lorgar sighed and continued.

"Everything in the world has its cause and effect. The Emperor and the Traveler have long known this, especially the Traveler, whose actions were so blatant. He knew that we would eventually be bewitched by the Chaos God. He had long been prepared to eliminate us from the Imperium. Perhaps He did want to save some of us, but even someone as powerful as Him is powerless in the face of fate."

"Of course, the most important thing right now isn't assigning blame, but what we should do next. We must obtain godhood and divine power; this is the key to our self-preservation. We have no way out. Even if you seek revenge on me in the future, Horus, you must first survive this catastrophe."

"Haha, okay, tell me what you think." Horus snorted coldly. Although he felt unwilling in his heart, no matter what, this time Horus accepted Lorgar's explanation.

"Vashtor must die. The Gods of Order will not spare him, and the Gods of Chaos will also seek compensation from him. His life star is already weak. But even so, he is still powerful and not someone we can deal with. What's more, both the Chaos Gods and the Gods of Order are eyeing him covetously." Lorgar first analyzed the situation on the battlefield.

Is Horus, the vessel of the Chaos Gods, powerful? Of course he is. After all, in the background, if the Emperor didn't use the power of the Dark Lord, he wouldn't be able to defeat Horus. But to be honest, at its core, it's the power of the Four Chaos Gods that gives Horus his power. It's through the power of the Four Chaos Gods that Horus becomes powerful.

The Emperor's fate at the time was truly tragic. It can be understood that the Emperor neither accepted the power of faith nor abandoned his own power as the Dark Lord, using only the remnants of his own strength to fight the enemy. As long as the Emperor was willing to use either power, Horus was no match.

After all, in the 40K era, the Emperor still did not use the power of the Dark Lord, but after being worshipped by humans for tens of thousands of years, the Emperor was already able to block the gates of Nurgle.

On this plane, Horus's power can only be described as pitiful. Slaanesh has decided to quit playing, returning to his old ways. The other three Chaos Gods have split into two opposing factions, each intent on claiming Vashtor's legacy. As a result, Horus's power is minimal. Even the mere sight of Lorgar fills Horus with fear. Lorgar's power is actually quite limited.

"So, we need to wait until Vashtor is defeated by the gods and escapes before we take action?" Horus asked.

"No, we need to wait until he is defeated before we take action. Even a weakened demigod cannot be stopped by us. Only when he falls and his authority and debris are scattered on the ground, can we go up and carefully pick up some." Lorgar said.

"Will the gods allow you to eat carrion?" Horus snorted coldly.

"You don't understand the gods. In reality, they are extremely jealous, at least the Chaos Gods. They would rather destroy these fragments, or let unrelated people obtain them, than let them fall into the hands of other gods. We must be good at exploiting the conflicts between the gods. This is our only chance."

"Of course, if the conditions are right, we can also consider hunting down this dying demigod. My divine power is also reserved for this possible attack." Lorgar said.

"So when do you think the gods' hunt for Vashtor will begin?" Horus asked.

"I'm not sure. The gods are still competing and accumulating strength. We just need to wait patiently." Lorgar said.

"What are your thoughts on the conflict between Tzeentch and Nurgle?" Horus asked.

"I have no opinion and I dare not have one. That is not within the scope of our discussion. Horus." Lorgar said.

"Mortarion seems to be enjoying his current life. Carlos, who is good at conspiracy, has become a close friend of his. Mortarion can even be described as obedient to him. But I always feel that Tzeentch is untrustworthy. Nurgle is relatively better. If you can tolerate their ugly appearance." Horus said.

"Angron seems to have changed." Horus did not dwell on this issue. After all, as Lorgar said, this was not a matter they could interfere with.

"Yes, Angron has changed so much that I hardly recognize him now. Not only Angron, but also Khorne behind him has changed. He wants to become a true God of War and is even ready to turn his butcher knife on other Chaos Gods." Lorgar said with a complicated expression.

"I thought they would target our father." Horus said with some surprise. He couldn't understand why the Chaos Gods would kill each other instead of dealing with the absolutely hostile Gods of Order.

"Maybe it's because they can't win. The situation was originally very good, but it has turned out like this." Lorgar sighed and said, the Chaos Gods were originally 800,000 to 600,000, and the advantage was in my hands. Who could have thought that it would turn out like this?

"We are a mess. It seems we can only rely on ourselves in the future." After listening to Lorgar's words, Horus finally decided to join forces with Lorgar. After all, the Chaos Gods really can't be relied upon!

Chapter 442: Tzeentch's Plan

"Variability, deceit, and fate." Tzeentch sat upon his throne, gazing upon the ever-changing river of fate. Countless streams appeared before his eyes, then vanished. Countless possibilities would become reality at some point in the future, but the true future had only one outcome, and all remaining changes would vanish into nothingness.

As for Tzeentch, what he pursues is to turn the changes that are most beneficial to him into reality!

In the long river of fate, the star belonging to Vashtor has dimmed. He is dead. No one can save him, and no one wants to save him. After pondering for a moment, Tzeentch temporarily shifted his gaze away from Vashtor.

This guy was doomed, but at his level, he could at least choose how to die. This guy's final blow before his demise would definitely cost the gods as well! Tzeentch didn't want to take that risk.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Khorne and Nurgle will form an alliance." Tzeentch fell into deep thought. Khorne was no longer satisfied, he yearned for more, and he was his prey. And Nurgle and he had always been mortal enemies. Endless change and the distorted eternity were irreconcilable. Moreover, this time, he had caused Nurgle to lose some of his power.

"Your collaboration is too obvious," Tzeentch sighed. The situation was indeed not looking good. Two of the Chaos Gods were already in a completely hostile relationship with him, and the severely injured Slaanesh was also not on good terms with him.

But Tzeentch did not regret it, because he knew that only when the two evil gods joined forces, the gods of order would focus their main attention on the stronger evil god alliance instead of themselves!

If Khorne and Nurgle hadn't joined forces, both the Emperor and the Traveler would have focused considerable attention on him. After all, he was powerful and cunning! In this war, the Emperor and the Traveler had been targeting him almost from the outset, targeting him to death. This was not good, so Tzeentch wanted to break free from their targeting! Compared to the combination of Khorne and Nurgle, Tzeentch seemed less dangerous! This was good. Tzeentch was very satisfied.

In this final battle of harvest, Tzeentch was also prepared to hide himself as much as possible, so he did not place the first chess piece on Wa Banxian, but aimed at Luther and some dark angels!

Tzeentch believed that the future of Chaos lay in the physical universe, that the Chaos Gods were self-sustaining, and that the absence of faith posed no mortal threat to their existence. However, faith could only make them more powerful. As the gods had predicted, the Warp was already crowded. Besides the Powers of Destruction, there were also the newly emerged Gods of Order.

However, the number of intelligent souls in the Warp is limited. The souls of faithful humans belong to the Emperor and the Traveler. It's not easy for the Chaos Gods to get their share. As for the rest of the intelligent life in the universe? The Eldar belong to the Eldar gods, the Orks to the Golem, and as for the rest of the intelligent life? Well, let's just say that the rise of the Human Imperium has greatly eroded the intelligent biodiversity of the galaxy...

So, with the Warp essentially divided up, the Chaos Gods, in order to gain more power and more faith, had to recruit followers in the physical universe. To recruit followers, they needed people who could get things done. Having a Primarch was best, but if they didn't have one, getting more Legionnaires would also be good; at least they had people to work with!

The allegiance of Mortarion and the Death Guard was a pleasant surprise for Tzeentch. It opened his eyes to a possibility, and he now wanted to see if he could gain a share of the spoils from other Legions. The Dark Angels, both in terms of combat power and their current situation, were prime prey for Tzeentch to sow discord.

After all, the Dark Angels are really strong, and many of them are dissatisfied with the Empire for various reasons. Tzeentch is not going to get Jonson. If he can get Luther and some of the Dark Angels, he will be satisfied.

Moreover, taking action against the Dark Angels would also attract the Emperor's attention. Once the Gods of Order dealt with the chaos caused within the Dark Angels, it would be easier for Tzeentch to take action against Vashtor.

"No, I must wait," Tzeentch muttered to himself as he flipped through a book woven from the fragments of fate. This book recorded countless instances of self-righteous individuals who, believing they had the upper hand, had lost wars. Tzeentch must be cautious, for he had many enemies.

"If Khorne and Nurgle attack Vash'tor while the Emperor and the Traveler are distracted by the affairs of the Dark Angels, it will undoubtedly be the best situation for me. Vash'tor is very strong, and I am unwilling to bear the first wave of His counterattack." On Tzeentch's body, 999 eyes opened and closed, and countless fingers weaved conspiracy and destruction in the void.