Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Welcome, my brother. I believe we will achieve a glorious victory," Garro said happily. He had always hoped to work with his former comrades. "So, who will Lord Horus send to the White Scars?" Garro asked.

"It should be Gaviel Loken," Torgaddon said. "He's a very good commander. Although he's not yet a member of the Council of Four Kings, his abilities are more than sufficient."

"Really? I thought Eichmand would be replaced." said Garo.

"I can only say that our little Horus has bad luck. He always encounters those who are stronger than him. Sharokin is definitely one of the most terrifying swordsmen I have ever seen. Even Akurduna can't guarantee that he can defeat him. And Jubahan is also an excellent warrior." Togaton defended his colleague.

"If it were a fair fight, I feel like Eichmand wouldn't have had a chance to defeat Jubahan in a head-on confrontation. The latter pointed out his problems, but he didn't face them. He failed to tame his rage and recklessness," said Garo.

"What do you think of the upcoming battle? This is another new competition." said Torgadon.

"Huh... Whew..." Garro didn't answer immediately. After a long sigh, he spoke, "It's difficult for us to win. We're facing a Primarch and a Primarch-level being fighting together, while we only have Lord Mortarion on our side."

"You think so too?" said Torgadon.

"Yes, we have met Lord Balder, and we have witnessed his power and mystery. We don't even know where his limits are. I originally thought that people with such amazing talents should be extremely rare cases, just like the seal holders beside the Emperor, but I was wrong. When I saw Lord Barth, he also made my heart palpitate. It was an indescribable power. He seemed to be proficient in everything, without weaknesses, and almost perfect. I don't know if it is appropriate to compare him with the Primarch, but he is really strong." Garo said seriously.

"I understand you. After all, like you, I've worked with that great being before, and Sejanus shares similar sentiments. Of course, I imagine Akurduna feels it most profoundly," Torgaddon said. He also teased another of their friends. Torgaddon and the others were quite interested in anything that could embarrass the Emperor's son, the Sword Saint. Akurduna was also the only one of the four to challenge Bart. The outcome, of course, is self-evident.

"The Emperor's Children should also participate in this battle. How will they be arranged? Will it be the same as the Luna Wolves?" asked Garo.

"I'm not sure, but according to some information I received, the relationship between Lord Fulgrim and the Khan is not harmonious, and some commanders among the Emperor's Children also lack good feelings towards the Fifth Legion." said Torgaddon.

"So, Lord Fugen and his legion will help us, is that right?" said Garo.

"Yes. Before I came, Eidolon and others had already begun to incite. There is a high probability that they will cooperate with your legion instead of the White Scars." Torgaddon said with a slightly changed expression.

"So, Lord Horus has no intention of intervening or coordinating?" Garro sighed softly. Clearly, Garro, already a veteran, understood the implications of all this. A rift had already appeared between the Legions. While Horus appeared to be neither side, he didn't seem to have any intention of preventing it from widening.

"Garro, that is an internal affair of the Third Legion. Although Lord Horus and Lord Fulgrim have a very good relationship, Lord Fulgrim is the Primarch of the Third Legion, so it is not easy for Lord Horus to interfere. However, our relationship with the Fifth Legion is still there, especially the relationship with the Terrans is very good. We can make amends privately." Torgaddon said with a little embarrassment.

"Well, theoretically, as a beneficiary I should be happy, but I... always feel that this is not good." Jialuo felt mixed emotions.

"This is not something we can interfere with, Garo, my brother, let's just finish the things at hand first," said Togarton.

"Okay, I hope our cooperation will be successful this time." said Jialuo.

Chapter 249 How about cloning a pure Fugen? (5K)

"Everyone's here." The Traveler, seated on the throne of the Tower of Light, opened his eyes once more, awakening from his busy divine duties. As a racial deity, especially one who governs travel and is involved in forging, combat, and scholarship, the Traveler needs to attend to a wide range of matters. A racial deity should be closely connected to and mutually influential with the race. Currently, the Traveler has yet to forge his own kingdom, yet to transform the souls gathered in the last relic into his divine messengers. Well, to put it a darker way, the Traveler has yet to begin to form his own "subordinates in the Warp."

A vast amount of work still needed to be completed by him, so at this point he was already mostly tethered to this throne, with only his clone roaming the world. Once the Traveler had his own "demon," his workload would be greatly reduced. Once he finally achieved godhood, established his own church in the mortal world, and converted the Navigators and some of the Astropaths into his bishops and followers, everything would finally fall into place.

"Have you made a decision?" The Traveler asked, looking at the Emperor, the Eldar Death God, and the Harlequin God appearing before him.

"Yes, we have made the decision. We will fire the first shot in the counterattack against the Chaos God. If our plan succeeds, it will also be of great significance to mankind and to you." said the Harlequin God.

"What about the Emperor? What do you mean?" The Traveler nodded in response to the Eldar, then looked at the Emperor. "We have the right weapon, and we also hold the vengeance and revenge of a fallen god against the Dark Prince. I can take action, but the consequences are unpredictable. This weapon is a true artifact, forged from the fragments and power of a fallen god. It can annihilate all beings not of divine rank, including the Primarchs. This is true destruction, the annihilation of both body and soul."

The Eldar had already informed the Traveler of their plan. This time, the God of Order targeted the Lord of Pleasure, the Prince of Darkness. As for the reasons? There are two main reasons. The first is, of course, the Eldar and Slaanesh are sworn enemies. Given the slightest opportunity, the Eldar would attack Slaanesh. The second reason is also simple: Slaanesh's weakness, both in terms of power and status...

The very nature of the Chaos Gods makes their so-called alliances and unions unstable. They are even more wary of their own kind than of other enemies. As a joke, the greatest war in the Warp wasn't between humanity and the Chaos Gods, but between the Chaos Gods themselves! Even in so-called cooperation, backstabbing is still very common. Without backstabbing, there's no Chaos.

There were two key points to the Eldar's plan. The first was to find a weapon capable of targeting the Primarch and the very essence of the Warp behind him. This weapon had to be powerful enough to pierce even the fate Slaanesh had woven for Fulgrim. This weapon couldn't be Eldar, as Slaanesh was known to target the Eldar... The Eldar gods had tried before, but failed, and it was only the Emperor who finally rectified the situation.

The second key point is that there must be a being powerful enough to wield this weapon, a being that surpasses the power of a Primarch, even surpassing the Supreme Mastermind. Furthermore, this being must be powerful enough to withstand the vengeance of the evil god. In reality, both of these options are already available.

Among the relics of the Serpent God lies an inherited artifact, the longsword known as Nar's Fang. This sword is actually forged from a fang etched from Nar's body. Embodied with the power and vengeance of fallen gods, it's the perfect weapon against Slaanesh. After all, Slaanesh has no real special attack effect against Nar; the power disparity is simply too great. Due to the causal connection and divine power, this weapon's lethality against Primarchs is immense. Of course, the most terrifying aspect isn't the destructive power, but the distortion of fate it presents!

The second key point is, of course, the Traveler. The Emperor can also carry out this mission, but doing so before the destiny is even realized would lead to unforeseen consequences. After all, the Emperor is already under the attention of the Heretic God. And there's no reason for the Emperor to attack one of his own sons. But the Traveler can, or rather, his avatar can. In the eyes of the Heretic God, the Traveler who once left the Warhammer universe and returned "doesn't exist." The Traveler is powerful enough, even as a avatar, to carry out this mission.

And, most importantly, even if Slaanesh discovered him after the attack, the Traveler could still escape unscathed. This was not only because the Emperor was powerful enough, nor was it simply because the Traveler had become a god. More importantly, the destiny at this moment made humanity unstoppable! The torrent of fate was something that even the gods could not defy!

Humanity will surely become the Masters of the Galaxy, ushering in its own glorious era! Even after the Heresy, humanity remains a dominant civilization in the galaxy. You could argue that humanity struggles for survival, but it's undeniable that in the 40 era, humanity remains the dominant force in the galaxy. And as long as humanity reigns supreme, the Traveler, as a racial deity, enjoys the blessings and devotion that come with it.

Faced with the Eldar gods' request, the Traveler did not agree, but contacted the Emperor. At the same time, he was also considering the probability of success and what to do.

"I actually don't really believe in fate. I believe that even if my offspring is corrupted, I can still save him. Even when faced with a offspring who betrays me, such as the rebellious son who is about to be killed by Jonson and Perturabo, I still want to repair him when the time is right." The Emperor's tone was filled with sorrow.

"I don't mean to destroy Fulgrim completely. We just want to reverse his fate and weaken the power of the Dark Prince." said the Harlequin God.

"Tell me your opinion, Traveler." The Emperor ignored the Harlequin God and asked the Traveler. Although the Traveler was weaker than the Emperor, because of the special nature of his experience, he had jumped out of the Warhammer Universe, which allowed him to look at some issues from certain dimensions that even the evil gods could not reach.

"Fulgrim's fall is inevitable. He will be taken in by the Dark Prince and become the Daemon Primarch. This is the tide of fate, which is almost impossible to change and cannot be defied," said the Traveler.

"So, we can't save it, we can't reverse it?" said the Emperor.

"Yes, even complete destruction is difficult. We all know the nature of the Primarch. It is easy to destroy the body, but it is very difficult to destroy the soul. In other words, the Warp Essence of a Primarch will not be completely destroyed until he has fulfilled the mission entrusted to him by fate." said the Traveler.

In the background, who among all the Primarchs was completely wiped out? The answer is only one: Horus... Horus was eliminated by the Emperor, his soul and spirit annihilated in every sense of the word. The essence of a Primarch is his Warp properties, not his body, memories, or anything else. Other Primarchs, even if killed in battle, their spirits still exist, such as Ferrus and Sanguinius. (Regarding the two missing Legions, there is actually a theory that the Emperor once said that if the opportunity arose, He would restore these two Primarchs. Theoretically, it is still possible to expel them.)

As for why Horus died? The reason is simple. Horus had accomplished his destiny—to dethrone the Emperor from the Golden Throne! In reality, the fate was sealed before the final battle. Horus could not win! Not only did the Emperor and the Sigillite realize the outcome before the final battle, but even Chaos knew it. A Word Bearer priest had sacrificed himself to save Abaddon. The reason was that Horus was doomed to fail at the Battle of Terra, and Chaos needed a Warmaster, and Abaddon was that Warmaster!

In the 40K era, the Emperor stood at Nurgle's doorstep, with Mortarion trembling beside him. The Emperor told Mortarion, "In the future, you may be redeemed, but for now, return to the master you chose." Obviously, under the circumstances, the Emperor could have killed Mortarion, after all, Nurgle didn't dare to come out, and Mortarion was right next to the Emperor.

"So Fulgrim will still fall, and even if you take action yourself, you will probably not be able to kill Fulgrim?" said the Emperor.

"I never said I would kill Fulgrim." The traveler smiled.

"So tell me about your plan," said the Emperor.

"I've mentioned to you before that in another timeline, in the 40K era, a Fallen Emperor's pharmacist named Fabius Bile successfully cloned another Fulgrim. This Fulgrim was so perfect that he earned the respect and admiration of the Fallen Sons. He was completely different from the other cloned Primarchs, without the slightest taint of Chaos. What I want to do is just another version, one that uses our divine power and Gnar's weapons to create a relatively complete new Fulgrim that is not affected by Chaos. I think the related operations should not be difficult for you," said the traveler.

"You desire not only a physical clone, but also the separation of his soul and essence, the casting of the utterly filthy part upon the Dark Prince, while retaining the light part to create a new Primarch?" the Emperor said, his eyes gleaming. "That is a very good solution."

"I'm not sure if my method will succeed, but what I can be sure of is that if one of the Primarchs targeted by the evil god can succeed, then Fulgrim will have the greatest probability. This is because the Dark Prince is the weakest, and he himself bears the curse of the God of Death. In addition, he was born during the corruption of the Eldar, and the two Eldar gods should also be very familiar with the power of the Dark Prince. After all, part of his power comes from the fallen Eldar gods. Of course, there is another important reason. Fulgrim still has his own shining points. He was just born in the wrong place, and then was noticed by the evil god, and was dragged by the fate of corruption." The traveler sighed and said.

"So, you believe that he and his Legion can still be saved, or at least part of them?" said the Emperor.

"Yes, I think so," the Traveler nodded. The situation regarding betrayal of a Primarch is different. The reasons for the Alpha Legion's betrayal are unclear, though being seduced by the Cult may have been one factor. Mr. Pitt's betrayal stemmed from poor treatment and disregard. Curze simply played his own game. Let's leave these Primarchs and Legions aside for now.

Can Horus be saved? He cannot be saved. He is the one being watched by all four gods, a destined betrayer, and this cannot be changed. It can even be said that when Horus awakens from the temple, he is no longer himself. He is merely a tool used by the evil god to assassinate the Emperor. Lorgar is destined to be the spokesperson for Chaos as a whole, and it would be extremely difficult to move him. Then there are the Primarchs and Legions chosen by the four gods themselves. The King of Slashers is difficult to save because he was chosen by Khorne, the strongest of the four gods, and Angron himself has a strong grudge against the Emperor. The Eldar gods tried to change this, but failed.

Mortarion was also not in a position to take action. Although Nurgle was the third of the Unholy Gods and not particularly powerful, Mortarion himself harbored a grudge against the Emperor. Furthermore, Barbarus had long been Nurgle's target, and the latter had deployed too many hidden tactics, so he was not a good choice either.

What about Magnus? He was the most worthy of rescue, and he was relatively close to the Emperor. However, his arrogance and pride were his downfall, and backing him was Tzeentch, the most cunning and calculating of the Unholy Gods. Saving him would be extremely difficult. However, Magnus had one advantage: his soul was fragmented, possessing countless aspects, and once his soul was shattered, these aspects could exist independently. However, Magnus was still inferior to Fulgrim. After all, Tzeentch was stronger than Slaanesh, and the Gods of Order already had a considerable understanding of Slaanesh and possessed weapons capable of targeting Fulgrim. Therefore, choosing Fulgrim as the first test subject was the best choice.

The Traveler shared his thoughts with everyone present, and the Emperor fell into deep thought. After a moment, He spoke again, "Tell me about your plan, if it will be of any use."

"Fulgun wants to compete with my clone, and I have the opportunity to stab him with the Fang of Nar. The owner of this sword once fought against Slaanesh, so he will be very sensitive to the pollution of Slaanesh. And after being injected with our divine power, it can effectively delay the progress of the pollution. Of course, it's just a delay. Because fate will eventually push him to the side of Slaanesh. And by that time, the divine power hidden in the Fang of Nar will cut Fulgrim's soul and the essence of the warp. The part of his soul that has not yet decayed and is full of noble pursuits will be recovered by you. As for the body, I don't think this is a problem for any of us. The Emperor's pharmacist has fallen into my hands, and we also have the Primordial Water." said the Traveler.

"Will this lead to something unexpected happening?" the Emperor asked.

"It will make the relationship between the Third Legion and the Fifth Legion a little tense, but it doesn't matter. The Fifth Legion will soon participate in the war against Randan, and everyone will be separated. Besides, I won't cause too much damage to Fulgrim's body. Maybe it's just a small wound. The Primarch's powerful recovery ability will allow him to recover quickly. And our divine power will make him gradually forget this matter. Treat it as a harmless mistake. And after defeating Randan, I will ascend to the throne of God, and the Chaos Gods will not be able to do anything to me. At worst, I can also enter the Webway." said the Traveler.

"So, I have saved half of my son?" the emperor said with a hint of self-mockery.

"I guess so," the traveler sighed. "You could even say he's a better son."

"No, not only did you save a son, you also obtained a weapon against Slaanesh and his legion." said the Eldar Death God.

"What do you mean?" The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The newly born Fulgrim will understand what is noble and what is true glory. He and his descendants will be more resolute when facing Slaanesh, and we will also offer this blessing. He and the Emperor's Children who follow him will have greater killing power against the demons of Slaanesh and his servants. They will drive the twisted and corrupt Slaanesh out of the human empire." said the Harlequin God.

"You have a very good plan, but I want to remind you that Fulgrim is my child. Although he has been reborn because of your help, he is still a human being." said the Emperor.

"We will not cross the line, Neos. In fact, our alliance with you and the Traveler is enough," said the Harlequin God.

"What if our plan goes awry, and we're ultimately unable to separate the pure portion, or if we can't recover it?" the Emperor asked. As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. This plan was essentially divided into two parts. The first involved the Traveler stabbing Fulgrim with the Fang of Nar, which was essentially a non-issue. The divine power unleashed, and the soul severing wouldn't be a problem. After all, the Four Gods of Order, combined with the Fallen God, were plotting against the weakest of the Unholy Gods. Even if Slaanesh reacted, he wouldn't be able to stop it, since he was the weakest. However, how to recover and bring back the pure soul after severance was another matter. The Emperor couldn't afford to act rashly. The Traveler himself would have already attained godhood by then, and the original form wouldn't be able to participate. A clone alone wouldn't be effective, and it wasn't certain to be there, given the other Primarchs to watch over.

"Then we'll have to rely on the others, especially the loyal Princes," the Traveler sighed. He never claimed success was guaranteed, simply that if the Four Gods targeted a Primarch, Fulgrim would be the most likely to succeed. In the Warhammer universe, the efforts, struggles, and sacrifices of mortals are still very valuable. As the saying goes, the gods' affairs are for the gods, and mortal affairs are for mortals. The gods can't do everything. Even powerful Chaos Gods require the assistance of numerous demons and the support of mortal believers. The gods of order can only prevent the direct intervention of the Chaos Gods as much as possible, leaving the rest to the countless loyal humans.

"Alright, I agree with this plan, so be it," the Emperor finally said. And so, the first major action of the Gods of Order against the Gods of Evil had begun! Fulgrim wanted to communicate with the Traveler, and the Traveler had exactly that in mind!

Chapter 250 Fugen's Challenge (5K)

"Your brothers are coming soon." Bader said to the Khan sitting opposite him, and then placed a chess piece on the chessboard.

"Yes, Horus, Fulgrim, and Mortarion will come together, and together we will end this war." The Khan took a sip from his teacup. "We won a competition, but my brother Mortarion seems unconvinced and wants another. Horus and Fulgrim favor Mortarion. I am not welcome in this group."

Torgaddon arrived at the Death Guard as Horus's special emissary. Loken, carrying the same mission, arrived at the White Scars, expressing his willingness to cooperate with the Khan. As the saying goes, one shouldn't strike a smiling face. While the Khan was aware of Horus's bias, at least on the surface, Horus was fair. Fulgrim, on the other hand, showed a clear bias. Later, when Eidolon arrived at the Death Guard on Fulgrim's behalf, the Khan realized he was a redundant member of the group.

"Horus possesses agility and exceptional abilities, serving as the leader of this group. Fulgrim excels in tactics and maneuverability, serving as an excellent ranger and scout. Mortarion's Legion is heavy and steady, ideal for maintaining the front lines. Horus's own Legion is like a warrior, holding the shield of the Death Guard in his left hand and the sharp blade of the Emperor's Children in his right."

"From a functional perspective, Fulgrim and I overlap, but I'm far less obedient than him..." Khan said calmly, placing his chess piece on the board. There was a hint of disappointment in his tone. He had thought he'd met a good brother.

"You have many brothers, you will always meet the right one." Balder said calmly.

"Perhaps, but I feel I am more suited to acting alone." The Khan paused and looked at Balder. "I suppose my father and you have already arranged my legion?"

"The White Scars will act alongside the Sixth and Ninth Legions, and the Space Wolves High Lord Commander and Sanguinius will accompany us," said Baldur.

"Two and a half legions? Who's in command then? Are you still the Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves?" the Khan asked. He knew that once he chose to participate in the Randan Campaign, he would no longer be free. The Randan xenos were extraordinary, and acting alone would be disastrous. A certain brother was a lesson learned. The Khan didn't believe his abilities could compare to those of his predecessors, who had lived for countless millennia. Although he felt a little uneasy, he still obeyed the orders. After all, many of his legion's resources were obtained by the man before him, and he had a sense of gratitude.

"You'll know when the time comes." Balder smiled. "Be patient, Khan. I see you're quite patient when you hunt."

"Okay, let's get back to the battle at hand. Do you want to win?" Balder asked.

"Of course I want to win." Khan nodded.

"That's good. Do your job, and leave the rest to me. This time, we're guaranteed to win. Even if Fulgrim and his Third Legion personally descend upon the battlefield, we'll still be victors. I say so!" Balder said with a hint of sarcasm. Now, he could finally unleash his power with relative freedom. He'd already completed most of the journey to godhood, and the final stage was a natural progression. Even the evil gods couldn't stop him. Before entering the Warp and establishing his own kingdom, Balder wanted to "have some fun" in the real universe! He wanted to give these young children the shock of a "senior."

"Let's wait and see." The Khan nodded.

"Khan, the White Scars Legion is your legion after all, and they are all your descendants. In the future, you will need to pay more attention to them. You should still pay attention to some of my suggestions." Bader said.

"What do you mean?" Khan was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

"You don't think fighting an alien like the Randan comes without a price, do you?" Bader said. "Facing a civilization capable of vying for galactic supremacy, humanity and us cannot afford to do so without paying a price. This time, some of my friends and I will lead the charge. Next time, it might be you. You must grow up quickly!" Bader patted Khan on the shoulder and said, "In the future, we will likely fight side by side again. I hope that by then, you will become a pillar and cornerstone of human civilization."

"Is there no other way? I have an entire legion, and I can even enlist the help of my brothers." The Khan's heart clenched, his tone filled with sadness. He could sense that this Battle of Randan might be his friend's final battle! Truth be told, after all these years together, the Khan truly respected Badr. In his eyes, Badr was a powerful, wise, and morally upright man who always helped him complete the most dangerous missions, pointing out and reminding him of his mistakes. Their relationship was that of both mentor and friend.

"Relax, Khan. I'm only fulfilling my mission. We all must accomplish our missions, and there's always a chance we'll meet again in the future," Balder consoled. "Alright, let me enjoy a few battles, savor the thrill of combat, and embrace the glory of victory!"

"You'll be fine," the Khan said.

"I'm sure I'll be fine." Balder said, "Okay, get ready, your brothers are coming soon."

Meanwhile, in the fleet sailing through the Warp, Horus, Fulgrim, and Mortarion were on the Vengeful Spirit, discussing what to do next. That's right, the two Primarchs were not on their own flagship, but had been invited to Horus's flagship before departure.

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"Mortarion, my brother, I hope that when you meet the Khan, you can maintain the most basic respect. After all, he is the winner of this competition. You may not like his behavior, but we are blood relatives, and his performance is very good." Horus said earnestly after sending everyone away.

Although Horus had already decided to side with Mortarion, he still had to at least show some respect. He still had to maintain a good relationship with the Khan. After all, this was still a competition, and Horus was the referee. When he met the Khan, he would definitely congratulate the Khan and the White Scars Legion for being the first to reach the heart of the Orc Empire. This was due courtesy, an honor that the Khan and the Fifth Legion deserved, and it would be recorded by the Imperial chroniclers. At this time, if Mortarion did not cooperate, it would be a slap in Horus's face, so he reminded Mortarion first.

"Chagatai is indeed the winner this time, but I will achieve the next key victory." Mortarion took a deep breath and said solemnly. Although he had some opinions about the Khan, no matter what, as Horus said, they were brothers and comrades-in-arms, and Mortarion would not deny his defeat.

"That's good. Be magnanimous, Mortarion. You will be the Imperium's strongest shield," Horus said with satisfaction. Meanwhile, Fulgrim seemed uninterested in what the two were saying. He simply stroked the longsword in his hand silently, forging it himself and infusing it with special ingredients specifically designed to combat psykers. Since Fulgrim had decided to fight a certain individual to uphold his own definition and belief in perfection, he would naturally give it his all! Given the Third Legion's capabilities, while some items might be difficult to find, that didn't mean they were impossible.

With a click, Fulgrim pulled out a small section of the sword in his hand. The peculiar aura emanating from it made Horus and Mortarion frown. This aura made their souls feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Your sword..." Horus looked at Fulgrim with complicated eyes.

"There is a kind of people among humans called Untouchables. They exist to deal with psychics. Even the strongest psychic powers will be useless in front of them. However, this kind of special individuals are very rare. The possibility of appearing is one in a billion, or even lower." Fugen said, also enduring the slight discomfort in his heart.

"Don't give me a lecture, my brother. I just want to know what you intend to do with this sword! To fight the aliens, or something else? I don't want this sword to appear at the Legion's gathering, do you understand me? You've gone too far, you've crossed the line!" Horus said with unusual sternness. The Legion would soon be reunited, and the White Scars had many psykers. It was clear that Fulgrim's weapon was tainted with something that would make ordinary people uncomfortable, especially sensitive psykers. Fulgrim bringing such a weapon out—what kind of a deal?

"We are the Emperor's children, children of this god who walks the mortal realm." Fulgrim's tone was filled with hesitation and doubt. "We should be the best, born princes and rulers. Everyone should marvel at our perfection and power, and submit to us. But now, there is someone who has shaken my faith. I want to prove my ability, I want to prove that I am right. I must prove it!"

"So, I forged this weapon with my own hands. My descendants did not provide any help except preparing the raw materials. I want to use this sword to defeat this opponent. Horus, I can tolerate some brothers being better than me, but I cannot tolerate a mortal being better than me, even in just one aspect!" Fugen said with a distorted face.

"Your behavior is excessive. Human beings are always improving themselves on the road of discovering problems. Our knowledge is like drawing a circle on the ground. What we know is what is inside the circle, and what we don't know is what is outside the circle. When this circle becomes bigger and bigger, we will know more and more, and then we will continue to explore all of this. We can continue to pursue excellence, but this is different from pursuing absolute perfection." Horus persuaded.

"I absolutely will not agree to you taking out this weapon during the Legion gathering! You can use it against aliens and corrupted psykers, but you must never use it against our comrades." Horus reiterated his decision once again.

"I just want to have a competition! I just want to know who is stronger. You know who I am talking about. You are just like me. When we saw him for the first time, we knew that he was different. I just want to communicate with him. Are you going to refuse this? I swear, I will only use this weapon for a sword fight. No matter whether I win or lose, I will never pick up this weapon again, and I will never forge such a weapon again!" Fugen pleaded.

"If Lord Bart accepts, then you may have a sword fight with him. But if he refuses, then no! I will tell the Khan and him everything about this weapon. Besides, I do not wish to see you and him sword fighting in public." Looking at Fulgrim, who was about to speak but hesitated, Horus decisively waved his hand, stopping him. "So be it."

"Well, I believe that a man like him would not be a coward." Fulgrim nodded in agreement, while Mortarion on the side looked at the things in front of him indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Mortarion, prepare yourself. We have a tough battle ahead," Horus said after calming down. He then spoke to Mortarion again, explaining some things. Just as Mortarion had observed the earlier clash between Horus and Fulgrim with indifference, Fulgrim, preoccupied with other matters, showed no interest in their conversation. He simply stroked the scabbard of his sword, pondering how to defeat this formidable foe he had never faced before.

An hour later, Horus ended this headache-inducing meeting. The two Primarchs returned to the room arranged for them, but the headaches for Horus had just begun.

"I hope Khan or Bart will refuse this sword fight." Horus touched his bald head and muttered to himself.

"Among humans, there are indeed some special beings, so powerful and exceptional that they can put us, the Emperor's children, under pressure." Horus sat on his throne, recalling the names in his memory: the mysterious and powerful Sigillite, the Emperor's left hand, an indispensable figure in Terran politics. Equally mysterious and powerful was Baldur, Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves, who had risen to considerable heights with a group of barbarians from Fenris. Perturabo had one too, and so did the Khan. And yet, he himself...

It seemed not. Sejanus was exceptional, his most distinguished and admired heir, but he was ultimately only his own, not on the same level as himself. Horus suddenly felt alone, for within the Legion, he could find no one who could truly be his equal. It was lonely at the top.

Horus and Fulgrim had reached an agreement, and so it must be carried out. He would never allow the two to engage in a swordfight in public; after all, neither would look good in defeat. Therefore, this swordfight had to take place in private, preferably before the Legion meeting. Judging by Fulgrim's current state, if this issue wasn't resolved, he wouldn't be in the mood for the meeting, and there was no guarantee he wouldn't cause trouble. When it comes to stirring up trouble, three Mortarions can't match one Fulgrim!

After a brief moment of deliberation, Horus came up with a plan. If the Khan and Bart agreed to the swordfight, Horus would arrange a separate room for them on the Vengeful Spirit for a controlled duel, while Horus, Mortarion, and the Khan would observe the duel from a nearby room. In short, they wanted to avoid any major incidents; minor injuries from the fight wouldn't be a big deal; everyone should just call it a day.

Of course, the best-case scenario was that the other party refused the duel, which would have resolved all the problems. However, to Horus's surprise, Bart did not refuse the duel, and the Khan expressed his respect for his comrade's opinion.

"Why did they agree?" Horus scratched his head, not understanding. He understood Fulgrim's approach. Although Fulgrim was a very good man, he was sometimes very emotional and would even do something a little out of line based on his whims.

In particular, he has an overly persistent pursuit of so-called perfection and self-improvement. He can allow himself to be better than others in many aspects, but he will never allow himself to be weaker than others in a certain aspect. He is equally strict with his own legion. If he finds that he is not as good as other legions in a certain aspect, he will learn from the other's strengths and use them for his own benefit. However, there are some aspects that he cannot learn after all. In this case, his overly conceited character and competitive spirit will turn into a certain degree of disgust and aversion. In fact, this time Fulgrim stood on Mortarion's side because of this factor, because the Emperor's Children at this time were indeed inferior to the White Scars Legion!