Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

The extinction remnants that descended from the sky disrupted the Randan Legion's offensive. Swarms of Iron Ring robots then launched a charge, and the portal expanded again, allowing the Iron Warriors' armored units and mechs to enter the battlefield. Perturabo approached his brother. As he walked, the heavy armor covering his body shifted. Cannons and missiles extended from within his power armor, some even larger than half his body. This was undoubtedly due to some kind of space compression technology.

"Thank you for your help, Perturabo, my brother. You saved my son and this warship. You do have a point sometimes," Dorn said with a complex expression. He had undoubtedly been defeated this time. The various measures he had prepared seemed far from sufficient. He had disregarded the advice of the Emperor's attendants and underestimated the Randan aliens. Although some of Perturabo's actions displeased him, he had to admit that his brother was truly unique in his skill and killing abilities!

"You're welcome. It's our mission to eliminate these dangerous creatures. We are all working towards a noble goal, and you just now provided excellent cover for my flank. My legion has advanced to the appropriate position, and the countdown to severing the portal has begun. Together, we have achieved a great victory." Although Perturabo's voice remained cold and hard, a smile appeared on his iron-like face. It was clear that he was in a very good mood. Dorn, the Emperor's beloved brother, had admitted his shortcomings. And he would be remembered for this victory! Whether for the Emperor or the Empire!

"I have proven my strength and superiority. My father," Perturabo thought to himself.

"Okay, let's destroy this guy!" Perturabo's power armor roared, and as the reactor output continued to increase, countless weapons were aimed at the Randan main brain in the distance. Perturabo stood in place like a steel fortress, and behind him, countless gun barrels were aimed at distant targets. His descendants had already stood still, and countless lasers, missiles and plasma were aimed at the main brain that had been entangled.

"Kill him!" Perturabo roared, and a torrent of artillery shells and energy beams connected him to the distant Randan Mastermind. Intense and fierce fire dragons struck the Randan Mastermind's shields. After a long and brutal battle, the Thorn was exhausted. Facing Perturabo, like a mobile weapons depot, and the surrounding tanks and knight mechs, the Mastermind's shields finally gave way and transformed into a halo of light.

Watching the crumbling shield, a smile played on Perturabo's lips. He roared at his men to intensify their firepower! The Iron Warriors responded to their father with even more ferocious firepower. Tons of ammunition and lasers powerful enough to destroy a Titan rained down upon the Overmind's massive form, including anti-psychic weapons like Mind Flayers and Psionic Phages. To slay this terrifying creature, both the Lord of Radiance and Perturabo were fully prepared!

Finally, with the collapse of the Mastermind, the battle finally came to an end. Under the leadership of Perturabo, groups of Iron Warriors and Mechanicus took advantage of the aftershocks caused by the death of the Randan Mastermind and launched attacks on the Randan Legion in other directions. Although the Eternal Expedition suffered heavy losses, it still stood proudly in the void in the end.

Chapter 260 The Primarchs’ Leisure Time

Shortly after Dorn and his Legion escaped danger, the Radiant Lord led the main force of the Iron Warriors and successfully penetrated the defenses of the Randane Legion. Subsequently, the Emperor's servants, using the power projected by the Traveler, sealed the portal. Shortly thereafter, amidst a galaxy-wide howl, Jonson finally, with the Emperor's power, executed the traitorous Scion. The ensuing battle was a truly devastating success, with the Imperial Legion pursuing the enemy in pursuit. The Custodians and the First Legion completed the mopping-up of the Fallen Legion. Perturabo and Dorn, by comparison, had an easier time. Dorn's Legion subsequently withdrew, and Perturabo handed it over to the Radiant Lord, allowing the two Primarchs time to chat!

"Sit down, my brother. The situation is a bit bad. Next time, I'll welcome you on my flagship." Dorn led Perturabo to a cabin. This was originally the officers' mess hall on the Eternal Crusade. It was far from large enough to accommodate two Primarchs, but it was one of the few areas on the warship that was not affected by the fighting.

"We underestimated the enemy and overestimated ourselves. At times, our understanding of the galaxy was too limited. We were like facing the vast ocean, unaware of its depths, or the behemoths lurking beneath the waves," Dorn said with emotion. Dorn doesn't shy away from his own failures. In his view, a loss is a loss, and there's no need to hide it. Admitting failure and shortcomings has nothing to do with glory. On the contrary, facing one's true self requires true courage.

"Is this your first failure?" Perturabo asked.

"This is the first time I have suffered a defeat in a battle since I returned. Before, I encountered some very difficult enemies, but in the end, we defeated them," said Dorn.

"Haha, then you are really good." An inexplicable smile appeared on Perturabo's face.

"I don't understand what you mean, brother." Dorn frowned.

"There was a man who knew everything. He felt he was created perfect, that he shouldn't be confined to a single planet. He often looked up at the heavens, trying to find his place in the galaxy. He was proficient in forging, technology, debate, and philosophy. He felt he could do anything. Even when faced with setbacks, he stubbornly believed the other party was wrong," Perturabo said with some mixed feelings. In fact, when Dorn admitted his failure, Perturabo was quite surprised.

At first, Perturabo's pride made him refuse to believe his brother, and his chosen rival, had surrendered so easily! Indeed, it was his pride that led him to this thought. In his eyes, he was perfect and powerful. His chosen rival had to be equally powerful and perfect, otherwise it would be a denial of his own vision.

But now, Dorn easily admitted his mistake, leaving Perturabo somewhat disappointed and lost, especially when he realized that Dorn had failed in his first battle. Perturabo's lightning-fast thinking reminded him of the past. He had indeed experienced failure before; after all, the Lord of Radiance had struck him more than once. And when the Dark Arbiter descended on Olympus, it had destroyed much of his hard work, leaving him feeling helpless.

In the conflict between these two thoughts, Perturabo seemed to have unshackled himself. He no longer considered himself the best. Now, his self-reflection wasn't a sign of weakness or decadence, but rather a recognition of his place in the galaxy. Perhaps they were indeed born extraordinary, but they were ultimately beginners in this cruel world. In some way, Perturabo further adjusted his mindset.

"And then?" Dorn asked. He naturally knew that this person was the brother in front of him.

"And then? You don't think that AI is easy to talk to, do you?" Perturabo asked with a smile.

"So, you had a conflict?" Dorn's eyes widened.

"Sometimes we communicate," Perturabo grinned. "It's a rather unfriendly, but very beneficial, kind of communication." Perturabo stretched himself.

"This kind of thing would never happen in my Legion," Dorn said sternly. "Your relationship with that abominable intelligence reminds me of another of our brothers and his deputy."

"You mean Russ and Lord Balder?" Perturabo said.

"I remember that you have met Balder. Many people have come into contact with him. Words like wise, brave, and powerful are frequently used to describe him. Even Zhuangsen is full of awe for him." Dorn said.

"We should show sufficient respect to those powerful predecessors. Whether it's the abomination intelligence in my legion, Balder, or some other special beings. Because they make us realize our shortsightedness and point us to the path forward."

"Imagine if we were born at the pinnacle of this world, with a long life ahead of us, standing there with no way forward, wouldn't our lives be too boring? Some beings are indeed powerful, but we have infinite potential, and one day we will surpass them! This is the meaning of our lives. Don't you agree, my brother?" Perturabo's spirits were unexpectedly good. At this moment, he had become more open-minded.

"I can understand some of your thoughts, although I am still dissatisfied with your trust and indulgence of those ancient relics." Dorn said stubbornly.

"Brother, you are boring and tiresome," Perturabo said. "Perhaps you will have loyal heirs and loyal subordinates. But I'm afraid you will find it difficult to find friends who can communicate with you on an equal footing. Your words will drive away many who want to be close to you."

"Maybe. I don't care. I am the Emperor's guard. I will devote all my energy to the cause of humanity and the Empire." Dorn said.

"I understand now why my father favored you. You are one of his sharpest and most loyal swords," Perturabo said.

"And you, my brother?" Dawn asked.

"Actually, if possible, I hope to be the designer of the empire. I don't want to be a general. I want to be a scientist and a caster. I hope that the things I create can lead mankind to a better tomorrow. Not just for killing." Perturabo said.

"Well, I hope your dream can come true in the future." Dorn blessed.

"I believe it will." Perturabo said firmly. At the same time as the two Primarchs were communicating, Jonson, who had completed the killing of the rebellious heir, was also talking about some things with the commander of the Guards, Valdor. However, unlike the casual chat between Dorn and Perturabo, what they talked about could not be shown to others.

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"My father took action just now." Zhuang Sen said.

"Yes, Lion King." Waldo nodded.

"Before today, I never imagined I'd encounter such a strange and powerful being. That traitor was beyond our imagination, and even when I faced him, I didn't know how to defeat him. I now feel very lucky because I didn't face the Randan Supreme Mastermind directly during the Shana Battle." Zhuang Sen sighed. His words revealed a strong sense of powerlessness. It was clear that the Lion King was still able to make correct judgments about the strength of the enemy and our own.

"Just now, I sensed another powerful force. It was He who sealed the distant portal," the Lion King continued. "Is that Lord Balder?" As a Primarch with exceptional instincts and intuition, Jonson, having once witnessed the Traveler, naturally discerned the master of that immense power.

"Yes, Lion King." Waldo said after hesitating for a moment.

"So, Balder is our trump card against the Randan mastermind? Then what role does my father play in this war that determines the fate of mankind?" Zhuang Sen turned around and looked at Waldo.

"Your father needs to deal with a more dangerous situation. There are unspeakable horrors hidden in the waves of the warp." Valdor said carefully.

"A more terrifying enemy?" Zhuangsen pondered. He had many questions, but he kept them to himself. "My father allowed me to rest after this war. But I feel my mission is not yet complete. Although we executed the traitor, we didn't even destroy a single war moon this time."

"My brothers, Ferrus, Guilliman and Kerax have reassembled a huge army. The Fifth and Ninth Legions are also ready to join the battle. The Fourth and Seventh Legions have already joined the battle. I should not be absent from this war that determines the fate of mankind." said Johnson.

"Lord Balder will lead the Fifth, Sixth and Ninth Legions into the unpredictable darkness of the Randan Empire. Lord Ferrus and other Primarchs will maintain the stability of the front line. The Dark Angels need to rest so that they can deliver the most fatal blow at the critical moment. The Lord of Fire Dragons will also participate in the Battle of Randan in the future. He has just arrived, and you can try to contact him." Waldo said rather obscurely.

"Vulkan and his legion? I understand what you mean." Zhuang Sen thought carefully for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant. He then rarely used respectful words to address Waldor.

War isn't just about the battle itself; it also involves many human relationships. For example, previously, Jonson and Russ faced off on Shana's Forge World. In this battle, Jonson led the charge, Russ supported them, and their cooperation was relatively good. But then, when Ferrus entered the battlefield, he wasn't as easygoing, accompanied by two subordinates. Obviously, there could only be one commander on each front. At this point, how to manage Jonson and his First Legion became a complex matter.

Dorn's VII Legion was the Emperor's personal guard, and would not easily follow Jonson into battle. Perturabo's Iron Warriors seemed a good choice. However, considering the Radiant Lord, the Emperor felt that Jonson's ambition to become leader might be difficult. After all, some items in the Dark Angels' arsenal were powerful weapons for other Legions, but not necessarily for the Radiant Lord! The Emperor could not force the Radiant Lord to serve as a junior. The Radiant Lord followed Perturabo to save him.

So, after figuring out these things, the Emperor brought Vulkan over. Vulkan, who had a mild temper and a kind character, would be the best assistant to Jonson. Moreover, after the Dark Angels had experienced a series of wars before, they really needed to rest before going back to the battlefield.

"What will be the outcome of this war?" Zhuangsen asked. In some way, Zhuangsen felt that the whole thing seemed to be running according to a predetermined route woven by some existence. If he said that the Emperor had no plan and no preparation, Zhuangsen would not believe it.

"Humanity will pay a certain price and then achieve victory. Although Randan is powerful, it is just an obstacle on our way forward. Afterwards, the Great Crusade will accelerate, and there will be no such powerful enemies in the galaxy again. That's it." Waldo said.

“Until some time in the future, when the shadows hidden in the Warp challenge us again?” asked Jonson.

"Be careful with your words, Lord of the First Legion. Just because you know something doesn't mean other Primarchs can know it too." Waldo said with a grim expression.

"I'm sorry." Jonson lowered his head, a hint of pride etched beneath his hood. Clearly, he knew the special place he held in his father's heart. The First Legion was the leader of all legions, and as the eldest son, he naturally shouldered more secrets and burdens. As for his apology to Waldo, it was simply out of respect for his father.

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"Are you ready?" The Emperor's figure appeared in the Tower of Light.

"We can set off at any time." The traveler nodded.

"I will have Ferrus and his men launch a diversionary offensive. If we encounter the Randan Overlord, there's absolutely no need to confront him head-on now," the Emperor declared. The Randan Overlord was powerful. While the Emperor was stronger than the Randan Overlord, the latter could still pose a threat. As for the Traveler? Though he was only a step away from godhood, he was still weaker than the Emperor. Therefore, the Emperor truly did not want the Traveler to suffer heavy losses in this battle, which he must win. After all, the Randan Overlord was only a minor problem; the future evil god was the true enemy.

"Don't worry, you should have full trust in my priesthood. What's more, this time, the elves will also take action." The traveler said indifferently.

"Keep an eye on my son and bring back as many people as possible," said the Emperor.

"Fate has already determined that at least in this war, they will be fine," said the traveler.

"Then I wish you immediate success." The emperor said with a smile.

"I will complete my mission!" said the traveler firmly.

Chapter 261 The Traveler's Plan and the Evil God

"The final battle before my ascension." The Emperor didn't linger. He still had much to do, and the Traveler had to plan his own battle for ascension. This time, the Traveler led the Imperial fleet deep behind enemy lines with three key objectives. The first was to destroy every Randan world encountered along the way. There was no need for martial ethics when dealing with these aliens. Eliminate the outer fleets and then simply deliver the Extermination Order. And not the kind that would burn glass, but at least a bipolar torpedo to destroy the planet's core. No mercy, no forgiveness!

The goal was simple: to fundamentally destroy the Randan civilization and weaken the Randan Overlord's power. The Randan Overlord was also a racial god, and the decimation of a large number of his races would inevitably severely weaken his power. Furthermore, the rise of the Randans was closely tied to their psychic connection, but this strong connection also served as their weakness. If an entire planet's population of Randan were instantly annihilated, it would inevitably create a powerful backlash against the Randan Overlord. While the Randan Overlord had advanced far on the path to godhood, his repeated devouring and evolution had transformed him into a mere aggregate of consciousness. Therefore, such an impact would inevitably weaken and disrupt him.

Of course, as a being of equal status to the Emperor and the Traveler, the Randan Overlord would inevitably launch a counterattack. He might even personally take action, riding on a war moon and colliding with the Traveler's Tower of Light to hunt the void. However, at this time, the Traveler would not fight to the death in this battle.

For this particular operation, the Traveler's forces numbered no more than two and a half legions. The Khan's Fifth Legion and Sanguinius' Ninth Legion were nearly fully deployed, while the Traveler possessed less than half the Space Wolves. Furthermore, the current legions were no longer fully equipped and manned as they had been before the Heresy. Three legions, plus reinforcements from other legions, totaled only 2 men. If the Randan Overlords launched their attack, they would be met with the combined might of several war moons and a vast Randan fleet. How could the Traveler withstand such a decisive battle?

Therefore, the Traveler had already made up his mind: when the Randan Overlord arrived with his army, he would unleash his divine power. After a period of exhaustion, he decisively shifted the battlefield and continued his planet-annihilation mission elsewhere. Of course, this situation couldn't continue forever. Everyone was the most advanced being in the physical universe, and they were fighting within the Randan Empire. If the Traveler didn't withdraw from the Randan Empire's territory at a certain point, the situation would become increasingly unfavorable for him.

Without the aid of the Eldar, the Traveler's journey would have been largely over. He decided to call it a day. While he was holding back the Dark Overlord and numerous War Moons, the Empire's frontal legions would undoubtedly advance rapidly. The saying "gathering one thing while neglecting another" was a simple matter. However, with the Eldar joining the war and offering their assistance, the Traveler had more options! While the Eldar gods wouldn't be able to ambush anyone, their gifts allowed the Traveler to take another gamble.

"Great Phoenix King, after the fall of the Eldar gods, I will allow the Eldar's ultimate killing move from 6500 million years ago to reappear in the galaxy. Although I don't know how powerful it is compared to yours back then, I think it should be enough to deal with the Overlord Randan." The traveler closed his eyes and began to open up the power and knowledge deep in his memory that could be called the forbidden among taboos.

What was the ultimate weapon in Eldar history? Was it the Blackstone Fortress? Was it Khaine? No, neither. The most powerful blow of the Eldar gods was delivered by Asuryan, the All-Father, against the Nightbringer. At the height of his power, the Eldar God rearranged the stars into a new constellation, cursed his opponent, and then summoned the power of the stars within that constellation to strike a devastating blow! This combined divine might, the might of the stars, and the power of fate and destiny was incredibly powerful. Before his death, Asuryan revealed the secret to the Traveler.

Even with this knowledge, the Traveler still couldn't perform this attack himself. After all, he wasn't yet a god. In terms of status, he was a human deity, not a supreme deity. The power, faith, and luck he could call upon were nowhere near the same as Asuryan at his peak. But that didn't matter. The Eldar gods had sent the gift needed to complete this attack: a Vaal Moon, the Eldar forge world, personally crafted by Vaal, the god of forge, and filled with countless Eldar souls. The Eldar gods would assist the Traveler in completing this attack.

After much planning and research, the Traveler will lure the enemy into a specific area. At this point, the stars within this region will be in a unique position. The Eldar will then transfer the authority of the Moon of Vaal and release several imprisoned stars. (Comoro's energy is provided by these imprisoned stars.) This will allow the entire star formation to form, and the Traveler will finally launch the attack. While this attack is a simplified version, it's a coordinated effort. While it's unlikely to instantly kill the Randan Overlord, it's certainly possible to severely injure him.

And then, things unfolded naturally. Upon his return, the Traveler would gather all the legions that participated in the Randan War, advance deep into Randan, and on the battlefield of the Traveler's choosing, engage the Randan Overlord in a final decisive battle, thereby completing his own ascension to godhood! Everything had been planned, seemingly flawlessly. The Traveler didn't believe a single, pan-conscious Randan Overlord could discern the combined forces of several gods, not to mention the existence of a being like the Laughing God, Xilego, who had lived for tens of millions of years.

Yet the Traveler remained anxious. This anxiety wasn't directed at the Lord of Randan, but at the Chaos God! After all, in the real universe, severely inflicting a deity like this was something that could never be concealed. After the Traveler used astrology to severely inflict a severe blow on the Lord of Randan, at least one of the four beings in the Warp would discover it. He, or they, might realize that a previously vanished being had returned, ready to take the next step toward godhood.

Faced with this situation, what would they do? Would they jump directly from the Warp into the real universe and kill the Traveler? This was impossible, at least not for a long time. After all, they were Warp gods. Unleashing their power into the real universe required certain conditions, so how could they possibly jump out and personally take action?

The Chaos Gods rarely took personal action in the physical universe. When Slaanesh awakened, the extreme chaos in the Warp and physical universe gave the Chaos Gods a chance to exert some influence in the physical universe. During this dark moment, Slaanesh essentially wiped out the entire Eldar race. K and N gave Slaanesh a brutal beating, and in the process, they also killed several other gods. Since then, the only trace of the Chaos Gods taking personal action in the physical universe in subsequent Warhammer history is K using Angron as an anchor to split the Anthem Engine. And that happened after the Great Rift.

If the Four Gods couldn't intervene, the Traveler wouldn't be in danger. After all, how could a Traveler, capable of godhood at any moment, be slain by Chaos Demons? In reality, the Chaos Gods couldn't do anything to him. But the problem now was that the Traveler couldn't remain in the real universe for long. He had to become a god, which meant his main body would enter the Warp. Entering the domain of the evil gods presented a thorny problem.

If the four Chaos Gods were pitted against the four Order Gods, who would be stronger? Is there any need to ask? Chaos is definitely stronger! Take the Emperor, the strongest of the four Order Gods, for example. There are two sources for describing the Emperor as powerful. The first is from the Beast Wars, when a group of Harlequins, shouting "I'm here to help humanity," rushed to the Imperial Palace through the Webway while snapping several golden corn cobs. At the time, one Harlequin commented that the Emperor was stronger than the Enemy. Even if he's right, it means that the Emperor might be stronger than Slaanesh.

In the 40K era, after the Great Rift, the Emperor barricaded Nurgle's home, and the latter flinched. His home was set on fire, and he was injured. Let's assume Big E is slightly stronger than Nurgle. Then, having won the Plague War, Big E became a bit inflated. During the Battle of the Anthem Engine, the Emperor attempted to finish off Angron in one fell swoop, and Big E drew his sword in anger. Without a doubt, the Emperor lost this time. Of course, one could also argue that the mortal possessed by the Emperor was weak, not as sturdy as the Primarch, and unable to withstand the increased force. But regardless, the Emperor still lost. As for Big T, sorry, this guy is truly timid. Unless forced to do so, I doubt He would personally engage in a swordfight with beings of His own caliber.

There are strong and weak Chaos Gods, but there's no overlord. To say they harbor their own agenda is to overestimate them. Undermining each other's efforts and backstabbing is commonplace. So, with humanity destined to dominate the galaxy, would these four fight the Four Gods of Order? That's unrealistic. What is destiny? Destiny is the inevitable course of history, something even gods cannot defy. To directly slay the primary gods while humanity still holds onto destiny? That's a bit of a joke. If the evil gods were that brave, they would have attacked the Eldar God Court at their peak.

However, the Traveler himself was fine, but that didn't mean the Chaos God wouldn't try to stumble him. Simply put, he was trying to prevent his clone from entering the real world. If the clone was weak, it would be useless in the real world, and if it was strong, it wouldn't be able to enter. In fact, after the Traveler achieved godhood, his essence entered the Warp, and the power he could exert in the real world was far less than his current power. There was always a trade-off. Before becoming a god, the Traveler could exert 100% of his power, but the problem was that he could be killed. After becoming a god, he wouldn't be killed, but it would be difficult to exert much power in the real world.

Furthermore, it's very easy to kill an avatar that enters the mortal realm. Worse still, once a avatar is gone, a new one can't be immediately dispatched. After a Primarch ascends to Greater Daemon and is exiled, they must return to read the progress bar. The same applies to avatars, and divine avatars are even more problematic. After all, if the Emperor, whose body has been severely damaged, wants to intervene directly, he needs the help of the Primarch's body. The Traveler, on the other hand, is better off, retaining his own body to complete his ascension, without the need for the Primarch's body. Of course, when entering the mortal realm, it's definitely not the Traveler's own body, but perhaps a projection.

"Combat isn't just about fighting on the battlefield; it's also about strategic maneuvering." The Traveler fell into deep thought. If the evil gods tried their best to prevent his clone from entering the real universe, or if he did enter and was hunted by them, then the Traveler would be in a very difficult position. Furthermore, if his clone was gone, the Great Rebellion would definitely be missed. After all, the Great Rebellion only lasted a few years, and while the Traveler's casting time was unknown, it was certainly not short.

Even if the clone can't descend, the Traveler can still aid humanity from the perspective of the Warp and authority. However, it becomes a mana competition between both parties. Simply put, in a region, the Chaos God may want to make a certain area impassable, while the Traveler wants to calm the Warp storm in that area, which consumes mana.

The final result is probably that the traveler may not be able to prevent the warp storm in a certain area, but can make some places passable or end the warp storm in a certain area earlier. As for taking the Webway? Well, it depends on the situation. Even demons can enter the Webway.

However, one thing reassured the Traveler: because of his existence, the lower limit of the human empire was much higher than in the background! After all, he had gained authority over the Webway, able to repair and use it. Magnus's folly would not cause irreparable harm. And after absorbing the Emperor's faith, his power skyrocketed! He was now the most ruthless being in the galactic universe!

"Many things have an ending before they begin," the Traveler muttered to himself. He recalled a remark made by the Emperor when confronting Nurgle: the Emperor had pointed out that a certain balance existed between the Warp and the physical universe. While the evil gods sought to disrupt this balance, the Emperor maintained it. Essentially, the Traveler was doing the same thing as the Emperor: fighting against the evil gods and maintaining the balance between the physical universe and the Warp.

Of course, there are many kinds of balance. Lesser balance is like the Emperor sitting upon the Golden Throne. Better balance is like the Eldar Tribe. The former is about struggling to maintain balance, while the latter is about the other three evil gods remaining silent. Now, all the gods of order must do is to ensure that fate aligns with the latter.

"Faced with this situation, what will the Unholy Gods decide?" The Traveler fell into deep thought. "Let's wait and see how they react when I severely injure the Randan Overmind." Now, he needed to prepare for the arrival of the two Primarchs and their legions. Meanwhile, Guilliman, whose fortunes had been sluggish since his return, was about to begin his campaign!

Chapter 262 Guilliman and His Children (7K)

"My lord, the 7th Chapter has been formed. The warships from Calth, the recruits from Macragge, and the ordnance from the Forge World have armed this Chapter to the teeth. According to your plan, this Chapter will be the first template Chapter you re-establish, with a strength of people and equipped with a large number of mortal legions and Mechanicus troops. It can independently carry out medium-level combat missions. Now, you need to arrange a Chapter Master for this new Chapter." The hero Aikos Lamiad reported to Guilliman.

"Do you have anyone you can recommend?" Guilliman asked as he looked at the chapter's organization chart.

"If we talk about the tactical level, Captain Hill is better. But as a regiment commander, tenacious spirit and personal charm are also indispensable. And if you count the bonus points, I think Auguston will be better. In the Ultramarine Legion, no one is more tenacious and fearless than Auguston." Lamiad said carefully.

"Auguston? The Auguston from the Ever-Victorious Army? Is that the Auguston who saved the large cruiser Glorious Oath in the First Battle of Randan, then complained that our weapons were as weak as toothpicks, and began to modify the weapons privately?" Guilliman said thoughtfully.

"Yes, that's him. He's an excellent commander, and he's proven his abilities in every battle," Lamiad said nervously. Auguston was indeed exceptional, but behind his reputation lay a streak of arrogance and unruliness, even mocking his own Primarch more than once. Of course, that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was, he didn't just talk, he did! For example, he'd even dismantle and modify weapons without authorization.

However, Auguston was not a professional technician after all. He was completely different from the Space Wolves and Iron Hands who privately modified their weapons. The latter improved their weapons with each modification. The former... their skills were a little worse and they had caused some minor troubles.

"Auguston is indeed very capable. He has strong command ability and excellent affinity. All the legionnaires are willing to fight under him. And he does live up to expectations. But outside the legion, his reputation is not good. The Mechanicus accuses him of tampering with things and desecrating the Machine Spirit, and some officials think he is too radical. Many superiors have a bad attitude towards him, and some even gave him the nickname Auguston the Brawler. Moreover, from now on, he seems to have no intention of changing." Guilliman said meaningfully.

"He is a sharp sword, but it is sharp on both sides. But he is still a sharp sword, my lord," Lamiad persuaded.

"The hero Valentus Dolor recommended Captain Hill to me. You, however, prefer Auguston." Guilliman paused and continued, "So I will give them a chance, a fair chance to compete."

"So what are you going to do? An exercise? A conquest contest?" Lamiad asked.

"A conquest competition, but a little special. Ducain has arrived, bringing an elite Iron Hands fleet to Ultramar as the vanguard of my brother Ferrus. We are about to join hands to go to the battlefield of Randan again, but before that, some hidden dangers around Ultramar need to be eliminated, so I need a competition between them and Ducain. There are too many orcs on the planet Conville 5, and I need the Legion to clean them up! I will assign the same troops to Auguston and Hill, but they can look for other assistance within a certain range. So, let them prepare. Let me see who is better." Guilliman said.

"Sir, this is unfair to Auguston. Captain Hill can get additional assistance from the Mechanicus, with whom he has good relations, but what about Auguston? It is a bit difficult for him to get additional assistance." Lamiad said anxiously.

"Haha, Lamiad, my child, have you forgotten one thing? Auguston has another nickname, the Barrel of Ultramar. Do you need me to explain the origin of this nickname?" Guilliman said with interest. "Well, the additional assistance they receive is limited. I will not let this competition turn into a vicious one."

"As you command, my lord," Lamiad said with a bow. As Auguston's recommender, he naturally knew where the nickname "Ultramar Barrel" came from. While Auguston's relationships with the bureaucrats and the Mechanicum weren't particularly good, he had strong ties with the Iron Hands and the Space Wolves, especially the latter. The Space Wolves had bestowed this nickname upon him, in recognition of his glorious feat of outfighting three enemies at a Legion gathering.

Just as Lamiad left, a figure gradually emerged beside Guilliman. Just moments earlier, the Emperor's chamberlain, Ramon, had been standing beside Guilliman. As a member of Guilliman's secretariat, he had overheard their conversation. Since returning from Randan, Ramon had been accompanying Guilliman, handling various matters. The reason was simple: Guilliman was too important, but he could be a bit impulsive at times. Of course, impulsiveness wasn't wrong; it was fine for an angel to be impulsive, but for a weakling to be impulsive, that was unacceptable.

"My lord, Hill and Auguston are facing Dukain. Although the latter is only a vanguard, he has also brought more than 1 Iron Hands. If it is a competition between the three, then there is only one result of victory, and Dukain and his fleet will definitely come out on top." Ramon reminded.

"Of course I know it, and they should know it too. So they must make the right choice. In the Battle of Conville 5, it was first a competition between the legions, and then a competition between the two. I hope they can understand this, and if they can't understand it, then they will disappoint me too much." Guilliman said calmly.

"But even if they join forces, I think compared to Dukain, they're still..." Ramon struggled to speak. Regardless, Hill and Auguston were still inferior to Dukain. And how could someone like Dukain, the vanguard of the Iron Hands, be mediocre?

"So, winning or losing is not important, although I still hope to win," said Guilliman.

"I understand." Ramon nodded.