Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

The special existence of the Order of Heavenly Punishment also served as a bond between the two legions. Occasional disagreements between the two sides prevented more intense conflict. Of course, like cats and dogs, they still played with each other. However, that was a story for another time, so let's not discuss it for now.

At this time, in the letter Balder wrote to Russ, he mentioned the plan of collecting the current Fenris Frost Crystals, and then modifying 1000 sets of Centurion Terminator power armor. The modification is not a new one. The original MK1 Centurion is actually very simple. It is a variant and enlargement of the Terminator armor. Most of the parts are universal. Just dismantle the previous one and then modify it. With Scott's cooperation and the inventory of Fenris Frost Crystals, these are not a problem.

Chapter 34 A Chess Piece

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?" Baader was flipping through a philosophy book in the space station's library. He felt a surge of emotion and felt completely helpless.

Baldur seems to know who he is and where he comes from, but is that the truth? Baldur recalls a previous meeting with an Eldar emissary. Is the identity of a time traveler worthy of the Eldar's divine presence, a suspected divine revelation? In the 40th Century, when Guilliman woke up, did the God of Death descend upon him? Apparently not.

As for the last question, what could be the ultimate goal for oneself? The Heresy was inevitable. This wasn't just a matter of the Emperor's unpaid debts, but also because some Primarchs were simply beyond their control! Balder, at least for now, had no idea what to do with the Primarchs targeted by KTNS. It wasn't that he was indifferent, but rather that he was genuinely afraid and powerless.

On the chessboard of the gods, what good is a Primarch like him? Think of a Warhammer novel I remember, titled "The Game Is Decided," where the Emperor and Malcador plotted the entire Heresy. All the Primarchs were pawns, their every move predetermined!

Looking back at the entire Warhammer storyline, you'll find an interesting question: why did the Primarchs who fought so hard during the Great Crusade quickly disappear from history for various reasons after the Heresy? The Salamanders Primarchs were relatively recent, having also disappeared during the Beast Wars of the 32K era.

It's true that the Imperium was weakened after the Heresy, but across the galaxy, all hostile xenos were either eliminated or weakened, with the exception of the Rise of the Beasts in 32K, and the disappearance of the Primarch of the Salamanders being understandable. But what about the other Primarchs?

The Emperor, severely wounded, ascended the Golden Throne, yet at this point, He was still far less powerful than He would be in the late 40th century. Just look at those Loyalist Primarchs. The Lion King, what a powerful Primarch! His individual strength surpassed Curze's, and in terms of strategy and skill, he was among the best of the Primarchs. And what was the result? He was severely wounded by the mortal Luther. He withdrew from the stage of history, and he was the first to be kicked out.

What about Guilliman? Shortly after the Heresy, he was struck down by a single blow in a duel with Fulgrim. This time, the Emperor did his best to protect Guilliman's soul, but there was no doubt that the Primarch who had split the Legion was also sent away.

The same thing happened to Dorne, who disappeared in a battle, without even a single name left among his opponents.

As for the Khan, it was said that he was trapped in the Webway while pursuing the Dark Eldar, and in any case, he has disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the other Primarchs, both Russ and the Corvus King ultimately explained their departure. Regardless, both vanished! (Of course, the Corvus King could be explained as blocking the door.) With the exception of Vulkan, all of the Primarchs left the galactic stage relatively recently. Russ left less than 200 years after the Heresy, and before that, Guilliman had already been severely wounded by Fulgrim.

Therefore, according to the conspiracy theory, before the Emperor could walk in the world and before he absorbed enough power of faith, the Chaos Gods or some other forces were quickly eliminating the Primarch!

Are the Primarchs powerful? From a mortal's perspective, they are powerful, even called demigods! But what about facing those gods? The Primarchs are still not enough. Just look at those Primarchs who were bewitched and controlled, and look at those loyal Primarchs who were quickly eliminated after the Heresy.

It's not that there weren't powerful xenos during the Great Crusade, nor that there weren't any xenos capable of rivaling the Primarchs; it's simply that there weren't any xenos capable of rivaling the Emperor! While the Great Crusade had its ups and downs, it was generally successful. Of course, even then, the Emperor lost two precious Legions. But none of this compared to what would happen later.

Under the Emperor's protection, the Primarchs slew every god and every mortal who stood in their way. Did they really think they were so powerful? It was only because the gods didn't directly confront the Emperor, who dominated the galaxy. And when the gods fell, and the Emperor lay dead, the Primarchs were quickly reduced to their original forms! So, in Balder's view, the key to humanity's struggle against Chaos and the many aliens remained the Emperor.

Don't believe it? Look at the return of the Primarchs in the 41st millennium. Besides the devastating slaughter he unleashed upon his awakening, how many times did Guilliman stumble from the Pilgrimage to the Plague Wars? How many times did the Emperor save him? Oh, and Guilliman was able to get up thanks to the help of the Eldar Death Gods!

He was plotted against by Old T and Huron, then imprisoned in Blackstone Fortress, overseen by Two-Headed Quail himself. Blackstone Fortress was a creation of the ancient Eldar gods—pretty high-brow, right? So what happened? With the help of the E-Demon and the Bean Sprout Troupe, he managed to escape. Huron even "returned" the captured flagship. Clearly, he knew what not to touch!

When encountering Magnus, Guilliman narrowly escaped death, and finally defeated his opponent with the help of many people, and was rescued. This can be barely attributed to his own ability.

During the Plague War, Guilliman was pinned to the ground by Mortarion and was almost dead. However, the Emperor descended from the sky and resurrected him with full health and status. After being blessed with the divine buff, Guilliman even blocked Old N's garden. This was something that no one could have imagined back then.

After all, what did the Emperor do when Horus was assassinated by N? He did nothing! What is the prerequisite for the Primarch's return? The Emperor must be a god. Otherwise, if the Emperor is not good enough, the Primarch's return will be useless. Only when the Emperor is good enough can the Primarch return! The truth is so terrifying! It's so speechless!

This fully illustrates a point: whether humanity can succeed depends on the Emperor! Or, in other words, on whether the God behind it is powerful enough.

Haven't you seen? Because of the Eldar Death God's premature resurrection, the idiots on this plane have already started considering clearing out some of the garbage. If this extends to him, it depends on how much significant investment Balder can attract. From Balder's perspective, the Emperor won't invest much in him. After all, he's not His son.

After much deliberation, Balder now considered himself merely a reserve pawn. He had the potential to be on the table. As for his future plans, Balder hadn't yet made up his mind. But one thing was clear to him: he had to stay hidden, at least to avoid attracting Chaos's attention. He shouldn't make any moves until he was fully developed.

So how do you make yourself stronger? There are only three key points. The first is to explore within yourself! You have many secrets hidden within yourself, things that even gods have to treat with seriousness. It is better to rely on yourself than on others. First, figure out who you are!

The second point was to strengthen the Space Wolves through various means. When a god wants to kill you, it requires certain conditions, and a strong force is also an important means of self-preservation. Of course, there was also the need to prevent Rus's superiors and subordinates from making mistakes... After all, Balder was having a hard time finding any significant contribution that Russ had made to the Heresy.

The third point is to continue attracting investment! Thinking in his heart, Balder picked up the soul stone given to him by the Eldar. Through the brilliant colors on the surface, Balder was surprised to find that this small soul stone seemed to have a different world...

Putting down the Soul Stone, Balder fell into deep thought once more. He had a vague feeling that his meeting with the Emperor was drawing near. As he turned his gaze towards the room, a deck of tarot cards revealed itself, and Balder's expression suddenly changed. It seemed as if he was about to make a decision!

Chapter 35: Meeting with the Emperor 1

"Damn, it's more than 996 now." Balder checked the time and realized he'd already been working for twelve Terra Hours. Although Balder's superhuman physique and the help from his investors meant he barely needed a break, it still felt a bit strange to watch him toil away. But thinking about it, it was still working for him, so Balder got used to it.

After a moment's deliberation, Bader waved his hand, and a Spartan armored personnel carrier was delivered to the workbench. Today's task was simple: Bader wanted to add a turret to it and modify the suspension. Bader had long been tolerant of the Lander and Lander derivatives with overhanging tracks and no turret!

At this moment, the door of the workshop opened, and a middle-aged man walked in as if no one was around. No one else, whether it was the oil man or the subordinates of the Iron Islands, noticed the other person's arrival. Although Balder noticed it, he didn't dare to move, pretending that he didn't see him, because he knew who the person was!

"Sage Scott, prepare to match the hull with our turret candidates."

"Have that team of servitors over there clean up the ground."

"Prepare to debug the torsion bar suspension and hydraulic drive." Balder continued to be busy. He would not respond until the Emperor spoke. As the saying goes, I will not move unless the enemy moves.

"Hmm?!" A voice echoed through Balder's mind, like a resounding bell. At this point, Balder couldn't pretend to be blind any longer. Of course, there was no embarrassment; after all, Balder considered himself a man of experience. He turned to look at the Emperor, glancing at the others nearby. They were still busy, oblivious to the Emperor's and his own annoyance. "Greetings, respected Lord of Mankind."

Balder bowed. He had no desire to kneel. He could even say that, in his entire life, apart from his deceased parents in Fenris, he had never considered kneeling before anyone else. Russ was like that. So was the Toy King, his former teacher. He simply revered the Eldar gods. None of them, not even the Emperor!

"You are very special, possessing a unique cunning that keeps treading on the very edge of the rules." The Emperor cared little for Balder's manners, for they meant nothing to a being like Him. He had come today, partly to make a final assessment, and partly out of a deep interest in what Balder had done.

As He had just said, Balder had been teetering on the edge of the rules from the very beginning. Whether it was privately modifying his armor, striking deals with Dark Angels, or beating up defiant children, Balder's actions were definitely a challenge to the rules. But did he truly cross the line? It seemed not! After all, it was normal for the Legion to modify its armaments, and there was nothing wrong with disciplining provocative subordinates. It was just Balder's style that amused him. Simply put, while his principles were fine, he was constantly engaging in petty tricks.

"Rules are restrictions but also protections. Rules are conservative, but safe. Within the rules, we can live and work relatively safely. But at the same time, this is also a restriction that prevents us from exploring a wider world. When we take a step forward, it cannot be too big or too small." Balder looked at the Emperor. At this moment, the Emperor's face was only a blur in his eyes. Seeing this, Balder could not help but smile bitterly.

The Emperor appears different to everyone. When He is angry, you see boundless fear and power; when He is happy, you feel a gentle warmth. Does the Emperor have a face? He certainly does, but for Him, it is not a single face. Whether it's the Primarchs or the Sisters of Silence, the face they see can neither be right nor wrong. So, what does the Emperor look like in Balder's mind at this moment?

It was a dazzling radiance, a cold sun radiating endless light, yet within it was a glimmer of warmth, a part of His humanity. In the 30th century, Balder knew of another person who could witness this Emperor: Yesugei! He was the fierce individual who could activate the Golden Throne Unit-! A being so powerful that even the Chaos Gods sought his hand.

Balder couldn't guarantee that what he saw was the truth, but he could only say that the Emperor was now only one step away from becoming a god. Don't ask why; it was just a feeling, a feeling that came from the depths of his soul. And faced with such a living god, what could Balder do? Naturally, he would talk philosophy with him! Philosophy, in many cases, is indistinguishable from right or wrong.

"Sly fellow." The Emperor looked at Balder before him. "So what is the limit? How do you define it?" The Emperor's psychic energy, or what could be called divine power to some degree, permeated the entire workshop. He stared at Balder, trying to find any flaws in him. Apart from his somewhat evasive and cautious reactions, nothing could be seen on the surface. But somehow, the Emperor felt that Balder was not human!

Untainted by the Chaos Gods, unmodified by alien technology, the lives of countless people are intertwined with his. He is like a pivotal link that even a powerful being like him would not easily destabilize, for the resulting changes might exceed his expectations. No one can see everything in the world clearly. Not even the evil gods, and even less so the Emperor at this moment.

"Someone calls me a god. What do you think of that?" The Emperor was still the Emperor. He had sensed Balder's uniqueness, a vague feeling that he could see a glimpse of his essence. His abilities had surpassed certain boundaries. This wasn't entirely equivalent to psychic power, but rather a combination of strength, knowledge, and vision.

Are Alpha-class psykers powerful? Of course they are, but they can't see His true nature! He knew Balder wouldn't consider Him human. He could tell the difference between humans and Himself. If such a being could see Him, then naturally they could also see the terrifying existence hidden in the endless darkness!

"Do you think you are a god?" Baldur asked.

"I don't think I'm God."

"Then you are not a god." Balder said with a smile.

"Haha, you cunning fellow." The emperor changed the subject: "What if they insist on treating me as a god? Worship me, pray to me, and ask for my grace."

"That's a terrible question." Balder was so depressed. Thinking about the ending of the perfect city in the background, Balder couldn't help but shake his head. But driven by some idea, or perhaps a kind of back-and-forth mentality, Balder spoke.

"Do you believe that God exists?" Balder asked, and as he said this, Balder suddenly felt that the air around him contained an extremely cold breath!

Chapter 36: Meeting with the Emperor 2

"In my opinion, if we measure it by knowing everything and being omnipotent, then such a God does not exist. But if we use it to describe a powerful being beyond the scope of cognition, then God does exist." For some reason, before saying this, Balder was still hesitant, but when he decided to speak, he was fearless. He didn't know how the Emperor would treat him, but he felt he should do something.

"Anything else to say?" His voice rang out in Balder's mind again, calm and almost indifferent.

"You need allies. Your great cause requires more support and recognition. Although some of their methods and means of support may not be pleasing, we still need them for victory." Balder looked at Him and continued, "Do you think I am strong? By Fenrisian standards?"

"Of course you are powerful."

"I don't like the tribal fighting on the continent of Asaheim. I hate those conservative guys, but what can I do? But there's nothing I can do. Even if I could easily strangle them one by one, I can't do that! I have to do things within the scope of the rules, and do many things I don't want to do. You are stronger than me, but if there is one thing that is true, that is, we all have to do things we don't like to do within a framework, and then constantly test the margins of the rules to make changes that are beneficial to us."

Baldur had already tried to hint to the Emperor that he must be capable of absorbing the power of faith. Faith is a very broad concept, for example, treating the Emperor as a god and worshipping him is something the Emperor absolutely forbids, at least for now. However, if the Emperor is simply worshipped as a transcendent being, then this is also faith and can generate the power of faith, enhancing the Emperor's power.

Having spent so much time in this world, Balder often pondered in his spare time how, in the background, a father's victory over his son could be a pyrrhic victory. Was it Horus who was Chaos-infused? Was it because the pony had breached the Webway, distracting the Emperor? These were all important reasons.

But according to Balder's speculation, there is another problem, that is, the lack of faith! Because during the Great Heresy, many people regarded the Emperor as an evil existence, and did not believe in him, but hated him!

In the world of Warhammer, faith truly is a powerful force. Many within the Traitor Legions didn't actually believe in Chaos, but rather felt betrayed and deceived. They even feared being purged after the war. From the highest echelons of the Legion down to the common Space Marines, this sentiment was shared by many.

And what about the common people? With the taxation system levied without regard for their welfare, and even the rebellion of the Primarch's homeworld, how many of them hated the Emperor? I'm afraid the number is incalculable.

This caused the Emperor to lose a great deal of power. As a result, he was beaten half to death amidst a multitude of debuffs. When He chose to sit on the Golden Throne, He also accepted the idea of ​​absorbing Faith! Rather than being forced to accept it eventually, why not try it now?

Balder knew this idea was crazy and extremely dangerous, but he had no choice. The evil god was too powerful. Conventional means were no longer enough to resist the terrifying existence in the warp.

"If your opponent is some indescribable entity, then we should also have an equal, or at least pretend we do, or have the ability to do so. Externally, we can make the enemy fearful, and internally, we can stabilize people's hearts and unite more people. Faith is a powerful force, even able to distort reality!" After Balder finished speaking, he looked completely resigned to his fate. I'm going all out, whatever you want. Some deeper thought influenced Balder.

"Your last words make a lot of sense." The Emperor's voice rang out again, and the biting cold wind around them dissipated a little. The Emperor was certain that Balder must know something, even deeper than He thought. At that moment, He considered resolving a variable, but the chaotic fate and endless unknowns made Him hesitate temporarily. Because no one knew what the result would be if he went down this way.

That's right, there was no certainty. The Emperor didn't know why, but his intuition told him that this strike could lead to dire consequences. And at a level like his, feelings often proved to be the truth.

To use an analogy, Balder would not attempt to kill Erebus, Abaddon, and the like before the chess game began, because Balder's subconscious told him that doing so would be useless, or that it might have unforeseen consequences.

Of course, Balder had reason for this. The Double Emissary had clearly told him that the evil god had more than one path to victory, and that the fate of many had already been changed. The words of the two chosen gods were certainly justified. And what made the Emperor superior to Balder was that he could make his own judgments without having to analyze information from others' words.

The Emperor understood Balder's metaphor. Although he considered gods to be the greatest enemies of intelligent creatures, he also acknowledged the power of gods and realized that faith was related to the strength of gods. In other words, faith had a huge impact on the people or things blessed. The Emperor realized that Balder knew many secrets.

"Faith? Faith is indeed a kind of power, but it is also a kind of pollution. Just like you, you clearly have your own ideas, but under the influence of your supporters, you have to compromise with reality. And with continuous compromise, you change your bottom line again and again. If this kind of giving up and compromise reaches a limit, then tell me, are you still yourself?" He asked.

"Well, then you should do a good job of publicity. For example, if you hate fighting, then after beating those bastards with your fists, tell them that creation and production are the right thing to do, and then promote those who carry out your vision. It's very simple. Ban those things you don't like." Bader, who was already dancing between life and death, had no intention of stopping. He thought for a while and continued.

"In essence, intelligent creatures have qualities of good and bad. Bravery, kindness, intelligence, and perseverance are good, while killing, greed, and deceit are bad. Perhaps the same behavior can be interpreted differently depending on one's perspective. But I think you should be able to tell the difference."

"Moreover, the reason why we are human beings is that, in addition to the necessary material things, we also have art, morality, and family affection. These are the cornerstones of human nature. They can anchor our spirit! Maybe we can possess god-like powers without becoming gods." Balder himself did not realize that his mental state had changed slightly.

Balder seemed to have heard in the background that the Blood Angels' blood thirst and black rage could be alleviated to a certain extent through a love of art, so he extended this idea a bit, using the better side of human nature to ensure his own sanity and humanity.

As for the Emperor's claim that all gods were poison to intelligent beings, Balder was skeptical. After all, in Eldar mythology, Vaul, the God of the Forge, Aisha, the Goddess of Life, and Kurnos, the God of the Hunt, had never done anything bad. And even those like Cain, though they certainly committed many evil deeds, would have been hard-pressed to say the least. Without the Eldar gods, the Eldar would have been unable to survive the war against the Necrons.

As for the idea that becoming a god would doom humanity? This seems a bit strange. After all, Badr is an Orc god. Did the Orcs die? When the Eldar god appeared, did the Eldar die? Because S is an evil god, born from the corruption of the Eldar, the Eldar fell.

The Dark Lord's prophecy may be correct, but the prophecy itself is not necessarily fulfilled, and there is definitely not only one way to become a god. The way S awakens and the way the orcs and the Eldar gods appear is definitely different.

Therefore, if the Emperor had ascended to godhood as a racial god, or even if he had not become a god, he had become a quasi-god, rather than becoming a god in an extremely dark and evil way in the Spirit of Vengeance, the result would have been different.

(GW just said that in the final battle of the Spirit of Vengeance, one of them must become an evil god. If the way of becoming a god is different, and the ritual is different, the result may also be different. Although the Emperor is stuck with a bug, the Emperor is still a god in the 40K era. Therefore, it is not inevitable that the Emperor will become an evil god. Let's change the way to become a racial god. This is considered a secondary setting of this book.)

Chapter 37 Folly

"Go on, why aren't you talking?" The Emperor smiled as he looked at the man before him. If the Emperor had previously held back due to concerns about the chaotic fate, then now, when the man before him systematically and rationally explained how to balance human nature and a certain special nature, the Emperor's murderous intent was already aroused!

Is this knowledge a mere mortal could master? Haha, this must have been discovered by someone who had crossed the line, after countless attempts! And what these guys did was unacceptable to the Emperor! The Emperor believed that if his own son were to engage in such a thing, he would consider taking action. How much more so this guy whose background was unknown?

With a single thought from the Emperor, time and space around them rapidly ripped away from the real universe, yet without entering the Warp. The scene around them remained unchanged, but at this moment, the Emperor and Balder had entered a unique realm. The Emperor was confident that if he so desired, the other side would be doomed! He had spoken! Even the gods could not save them!

"Huh?!" Balder, still rambling, noticed the shift in space and time around him. He didn't understand the reason, but he knew the outcome: the Emperor and he had escaped the real universe, trapped between time and space. And then, Balder sensed the Emperor's murderous intent!

"Heh." Balder chuckled self-deprecatingly. His mind raced, and after figuring things out, Balder suddenly realized how arrogant and ridiculous he had been. Many things weren't what he'd imagined! He'd underestimated the powerful beings of this space and time.

What is certain is that the Emperor at this time is not a god, at least not a complete god. However, this does not affect the Emperor's power. This power is not the kind of power that can crush you to ashes with a single psychic lightning bolt. It is a kind of insight! When the Emperor and him face to face, he sees something of the Emperor's essence, and the Emperor sees something of his essence too!

Previously, Balder had felt the Emperor was a bit inferior because he couldn't detect Fulgrim's corruption by the Blade. But that was only compared to S! He was a top-tier deity of the Warp, one who had devoured nearly every Eldar god! He was incomparable to the Trazyn and Nyadra he had met before!

S had taken action, and it was normal that the Emperor couldn't detect it. After all, the gap between the two was quite large. But even with the help of the Eldar, the Emperor could still see his true nature, at least in part! Whether he could see the mark of the Eldar, Balder didn't know. But the Emperor should have noticed that he wasn't quite human...

That's right, this idea came suddenly! Without a trace! Balder suddenly realized that he seemed to have crossed the line between a certain human and a certain existence. And then, the Emperor would question his attitude towards God. This was a very logical thing to do! At this point, in reality, there was very little he could do. And coincidentally, Balder even tried to convince the Emperor to accept his faith and become a god who retained his humanity!

What a ridiculous thing! Think about what Lorgar did back then, which led to the razing of Perfect City. Even the Emperor wanted to get rid of Lorgar! What he said and did was completely contrary to what the Emperor wanted!

To draw an analogy, it's like when the Emperor clearly ordered the use of psionic powers not to be allowed, but Pony still did something big! He rushed to destroy the Webway and told the Emperor that Horus had rebelled...

Balder thought about it and realized that what he was doing was essentially the same as what Xiao Ma was doing. The Emperor did not want to become a god, and then Balder told the Emperor that he must become a god, otherwise he would be defeated, and that becoming a god this way would have fewer hidden dangers.

Of course, the results were somewhat different. What Pony had done had shattered the Emperor's illusions. Even, in a way, the Horus Heresy wasn't as deadly as Pony's! And what about him? He seemed to have risked his life, and it seemed no one could save him.

"Do you regret it?" asked the emperor.

"No regrets."

"Why? Do you think I will listen to what you say?" The Emperor became interested.

"Maybe this is fate." Balder said with a wry smile.

"A guy like you also believes in fate?" The emperor squinted.

In a flash, Balder thought about many things. He thought about the Eldar who had plotted against Angron, having predicted his destruction of their world, and who had ultimately been annihilated. He thought about Curze, who had predicted those bad things and tried to stop them, but had failed. It had driven him mad.

Although prophecy is only a possibility, it is after all a branch of fate. Without sufficient power, means and wisdom, the torrent of fate will eventually drown everything!

Balder knew that facing the Emperor might lead to trouble, and Nyadra had warned him not to reveal himself before the Emperor. While today's incident might seem like his own fault for being too nosy, when the two met, their understanding of each other's true nature had already sealed their fate. He couldn't convince the Emperor, and the Emperor had no reason to let him go!

"Can you give me something to drink?" Balder sighed.

"Okay." The Emperor nodded, and then a golden wine cup appeared in Balder's hand, filled with an indescribably delicious liquid that could never be finished.

"It tastes good." Balder said after taking a sip.

"Anything else you want to say?" The Emperor had plenty of time. In this space, no matter how much time passed, it was but a moment in the outside world. He hadn't seen such a being in a long, long time, one who constantly explored, gradually moving towards that forbidden path through countless reincarnations.

The Emperor knew even more than Baldur believed. He knew Baldur was reincarnated. He was not immortal; his body would age and die, but through reincarnation, he could be reborn. While reincarnation was rare, it was not unheard of. Psykers of old had been able to reincarnate, and even the Eldar had been able to do so... But now, in the hostile world of the Warp, reincarnation was truly difficult.

Perhaps in the eyes of some scholars, the reincarnated are inferior to the immortals. After all, the latter do not even need to change their skin. Unless some special means are used, the immortals can be regenerated even if they are burned to ashes.

But in reality, the Emperor disagreed. While Eternals generally couldn't die, they could go mad! And this one, in a Warp dominated by the Chaos Gods, could still reincarnate untainted. The Emperor tried to uncover more of his secrets, but failed. For this tenacious spirit and soul, the Emperor wanted to commend him! He even wanted to ask him how he did it.