Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"A war of attrition," the Traveler thought to himself after once again repelling the distant Ran Dan Overlord. Time was the most meaningless element in the battle between the two sides. To outsiders, it might have seemed like only a few hours, but in reality, the internal flow of time on both sides had become chaotic. After the initial encounter, the Traveler had gradually adapted to the Ran Dan Overlord's fighting style, whether it was mental attacks, clashes of divine powers, or prophetic attacks.

In this ongoing battle of offense and defense, neither side could guarantee protection against all attacks from the other, and wounds appeared on each other's bodies. However, as long as there was a constant supply of faith and divine power, no damage would be fatal. In this war of attrition, the Randan Overlords, whose numbers were extremely small compared to humans, were clearly at a disadvantage.

When the Traveler fought in the name of the gods of the human race, countless shrines dedicated to the Traveler emitted dazzling light. His battle required more faith, and those believers such as the Navigators, Mechanicus, Navy, etc. who believed in the Traveler began to pay a huge amount of faith to the Traveler. In their hearts, a warning omen arose in the haze. It was the call of the existence they believed in, the call of human destiny. Although no one knew what happened in a corner of the galaxy, they knew that the Traveler and the future of mankind needed their devout faith at this time.

Likewise, the Randan Overlord was constantly draining the Randan civilization's power of faith. A purple torrent of faith connected the Randan Overlord and the entire Randan civilization. However, the huge difference in base numbers between the two sides resulted in the fact that while the Traveler could continuously drain the power of faith to maintain this war of attrition, the Randan Overlord began to collapse.

Slowly, within the purple torrent of faith, known as the source of Randan Overlord's power, thin black streams suddenly emerged. Then, they continued to expand. With the traveler's vision, he could even see souls within them that hadn't been completely extinguished. Clearly, at this stage of the battle, Randan Overlord was no longer satisfied with the power of faith alone. He needed more spiritual strength, so he chose sacrifice! Every second, countless Randans were sent to the altar, their blood and flesh, their souls and faith, transformed into raw material for Randan Overlord. They were plunged into a brutal war of attrition.

The Traveler welcomed this conflict. During the attrition phase, both sides maintained a draw, but behind the scenes, the Traveler had already begun attempting to disrupt the opponent's lifeline. The Traveler was not fighting alone. As the next generation of deities favored by the Eldar gods, during his ascension to the Gods, the Traveler had already gained access to some of the forbidden knowledge of the divine realm. If using the stars and astrology to severely injure the Randan Overlord in the next battle was the first significant blow to the target, then now the Traveler's task was to weave the enemy's lifeline to collapse!

"Fortresses always collapse from within. You're not lying to me." As the Traveler pierced Ran Dan Overlord's body once again with his spear, clouds of black soul residue flowed from his depths. As they dissipated, the Traveler discovered his weakness, or perhaps a hidden danger in his apotheosis. The souls devoured by Ran Dan remained unshattered. In fact, beyond Ran Dan Overlord's reach, the strongest among them attempted to coalesce into a new consciousness. And Ran Dan Overlord, like the human immune system, continuously suppressed and destroyed this power within him.

"These souls are filled with resentment towards the Randan Overlord. Some of them are high-level Randan psykers or even masterminds who were devoured by the Randan Overlord. Although the Randan Overlord planned the path of advancement within the Randan system, and Randan even tacitly allowed devouring and competition at certain times, it is clear that some of them failed, and the result of their failure is the nourishment for the victor."

The biggest problem facing the Randan civilization is its insufficient population. While the psykers among the Randan aliens are formidable, the numbers are too vast. Through analyzing the memory fragments of the Randan Overlords, the Traveler discovered that Randan Masterminds aren't just promoted by high-ranking psykers like Soul Eaters. After promotion, they also require the psychic energy of believers and psykers to sustain these Masterminds. Only in this way can the Mastermind's energy balance be maintained.

However, as more and more Overminds ascended, the base population of Randan dwindled, leaving the Overminds unable to secure sufficient faith and psychic energy. Some attempted to capture other races to gain much-needed energy. This practice was forbidden by the Overmind, for the simple reason that faith is also contaminating. If the primary source of faith came from an alien race, was this Overmind a Randan Overmind or an alien Overmind?

So before encountering humans, a large-scale battle broke out between Lord Ran Dan and some main brains. The losers became food for the winners, and this devouring was not thorough. It took the Lord a long time to digest it all. But unfortunately, Lord Ran Dan encountered humans afterwards!

"Very well, I'm gradually finding your lifeline, my first equal enemy." The Traveler gradually locked onto the souls being devoured within the Randan Overlord. This battle was destined to only tire the Randan Overlord, but not fundamentally injure him. The Traveler would wait a little longer, until the Gods of Order were ready.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Endless Journey and the Randan War Moon were also fighting in a way that was unimaginable to mortals. This time, the Endless Journey was under a lot of pressure, because in that war moon, there were two supreme masters. The two sides were competing with the power that could destroy stars, and the battle was difficult to resolve for a while.

Beyond the battlefield, however, the gazes of the gods were gradually focused. Although only the Traveler participated directly in this battle, the other three gods were equally preoccupied with their own affairs. The Emperor's powerful projection appeared at the edge of the battlefield, the cold, golden sun enough to strike fear into all beings in the Warp, even the evil gods felt a slight tremor. After all, in this plane, the Emperor decided to accept the faith of human civilization at the peak of its prosperity. The faith at that time was far stronger than that of the continuously weakened human civilization in the 40th century. With His presence, the gazes of the Chaos Gods would be stopped.

The two Eldar gods were also preparing for their final assault on the Randan Overlord. As time approached, the star, previously bound to the Comoros core for energy, was placed in its proper location. The Vaal Moon, to be handed over to the Traveler, was also ready; it served as the core of the entire astral killing formation. Under the gods' calculations, the Randan alien's fate was sealed!

Chapter 277 The Gaze of the Evil Gods

The Traveler had somewhat underestimated the Chaos Gods. At least for now, when they unleashed their power in the real universe, even with the Emperor and the Eldar providing cover, when the real universe and the Warp began to overlap and the Randan Overmind was locked in a bitter battle, the Chaos Gods still noticed this "anomaly." Even though they still couldn't imagine that the one they had once hunted, who had suddenly vanished from the galaxy, disappeared without a trace, and could not be found by any means, had returned, they still clearly realized that, besides the Emperor, another being had stepped onto the chessboard of humanity.

Khorne sat upon his brazen throne, gazing directly at the battle in the distance. That god-level conflict filled him with yearning, a thirst for even fiercer and bloodier combat. He sensed the distant battle, savored its bloodshed, but the golden sun obscured his vision. The gods' nemesis was stronger than ever. For countless ages, that abomination had repeatedly defeated the evil god's reach into the real universe. And now, he was even more powerful than before. Yet, Khorne felt a sense of unease as certain beings within humanity usurped the power of war and slaughter that belonged to them.

The Abomination launched the Great Crusade, crystallizing the concept of the expedition. Meanwhile, another unknown being launched the first divine war in human history! This unknown being would surely take away some of humanity's power to fight and kill, meaning that some of humanity's wars would no longer involve Khorne. The thought of this made Him feel restless, but at this moment, He knew He couldn't move. Timing and luck still prevented Him from taking action.

Khorne thought of a figure in the Eldar pantheon who had refused to surrender even to death. He was the Eldar God of War, a vain and arrogant individual whose actions had even earned him a curse from his brother, the Eldar God King. When the Eldar fell, Khaine, equally weakened, fought Slaanesh with all his might. When Khorne tried to "persuade" Khaine, he steadfastly refused, ultimately being shattered into countless fragments. His remaining consciousness and fragments still burned with an unquenchable will to fight, a fact Khorne both admired and regretted.

Flanking Khorne, 88 great daemons stood solemnly on either side. Their usual clamor and murderous aura had vanished, and they dared not gaze directly at the battles taking place in the distance. What? To come closer and take a look? To participate in this glorious battle, one that would surely be remembered across the Warp and the real universe? What a joke! This was a war between gods! The two warring factions were gods. With a single wave of their hands, they could utterly destroy the Chaos Daemons, annihilating them from the very essence and concept of existence. Khorne's daemons were reckless, but most of them were not foolish! Even if there were any foolish ones, they would be crushed by a wave of divine power when they tried to approach. The rest knew what to do.

Nurgle opened the window of his cabin. The monstrous battle had also alarmed the Lord of Entropy and Plague. The window was pitch black, making it impossible to see what lay within. Only the sound of something sliding through slime could be heard. In Nurgle's gardens, all the Great Unclean Ones paused their work. They gazed toward Nurgle's cabin in horror, their hearts filled with worry and fear. Some of those who had existed longer recalled the battles between the Eldar and the C'tan, a horrific conflict that left the newly born demons trembling. And now, the scene was reenacted!

"Father..." Kugath shifted his fat body and whispered the Lord's name. He tried to gain some inspiration from Nurgle. After all, this concerned their future safety as they navigated the physical universe. He always had to find a way to avoid certain terrifying beings.

"They will eventually become gods, the main gods of mankind." A moment later, a murmur came from the wooden house.

"Are you talking about the Abomination itself?" Kugath asked. And then, in response, a tentacle landed on his head.

"And that unknown guy." Nurgle stroked the head of his favorite demon with his tentacles.

"Humanity's fate has changed. They are now much further from decline. This is an inevitable process," Nurgle murmured. As the God of Entropy, he had witnessed the paths of countless civilizations across the universe: their beginnings, development, peaks, decline, and ultimately, their demise. The Great Crusade was supposed to be humanity's peak, a period when humanity would dominate the galaxy. Even with the intervention of the Chaos Gods, humanity would remain the dominant force for tens of thousands of years.

Of course, the value of this galactic hegemony varies. Putting aside the most distant eras of the Old Ones and the Star Gods, humanity's duration and strength during its galactic hegemony were far inferior to those of the Eldar Empire. But you can't say humanity isn't a hegemon...

But now things are different. When a being hated by the gods decides to absorb their faith, when a being unknown even to the Chaos Gods suddenly takes the stage, everything changes. It's clear that humanity has the ability to establish a divine court, which will propel their civilization to a new peak. Humanity will break free from the limitations of its destiny. Although, over a century from now, the Chaos Gods could still use their previous hidden hand to launch a ferocious attack, the trend indicates that Nurgle, the Lord of Entropy, has realized that the fate of human civilization has changed. Entropy growth will still exist, but the original base has been greatly increased!

"Wait and see." Nurgle's voice rang out from the cabin. He shook his head and closed the window again. As evil gods, the original evil of this universe, they were immortal. They could wait, but Nurgle's children and subordinates were not immortal. Nurgle loved each of his children dearly, and faced with the possibility of losing them forever, he decided to wait and see.

"Xi Lego, have you finally emerged from the depths of the Webway? Have you finally given up and stopped hiding? Are you finally ready to meet your fate?" In the Warp, a charming and seductive voice was spreading. No mortal creatures could hear it, but the God of Laughter could hear it. It was the mockery of the enemy and also a temptation.

Within the Six Rings of Slaanesh, the Dark Prince watched with great interest as a being emerged from the Webway. Seeing it, Slaanesh was filled with indescribable joy. At the previous feast, among the prey destined for the plate, only one had completely escaped the fate foretold by the Chaos Gods: Silego. Aisha had been snatched away by Nurgle, and Khaine had been torn to pieces. But only Silego remained free within the Webway, a fate Slaanesh could not tolerate. He could not tolerate a lesser god slipping through his grasp. And now, upon seeing the Laughing God reappear, he was overjoyed and attempted to devour him.

"Your existence is a mistake, and we will eventually correct it." Xilego seemed to dismiss Slaanesh's threat and continued with his work. Meanwhile, behind Xilego's massive form, a sea of ​​souls stirred. It was the essence of Aeneid, the last Eldar deity born in an endless cycle and the final main deity of the Eldar! If Slaanesh held some kind of suppression over the Eldar gods, then Aeneid was the Eldar gods' final countermeasure against Slaanesh!

"Let me see, what exactly do you want to do?" A vague but huge figure gradually approached from a distance. He was filled with desire for the spirits and souls of the Eldar.

"Aren't you going to escape?" At this time, Slaanesh was controlled by his desire. He approached his target, and Silogo left the Webway, but did not appear in the real universe. However, at the junction of the Warp and the real universe, the power of Warp gods like Slaanesh was also restricted. He could only send one clone, but for the Dark Prince, he thought this was enough.

Although he was already a little excited, Slaanesh also knew that it would take enough patience to destroy a god that had existed for tens of millions of years. He did not seek to devour the target in one bite, he just wanted to have a taste first.

Of course, Slaanesh was still staring at the golden sun in the distance, but it seemed that the guy was focused on the battlefield, which made Slaanesh feel that there was an opportunity!

"You should wait." Just as Slaanesh was about to act, a khaki figure appeared near Slaanesh.

"Fate has changed. Even in the Warp, we are not invincible," the giant figure declared, and at this moment, the somewhat agitated Slaanesh was instantly awakened. In an instant, he saw a line of fate: his own avatar being instantly slain by one or more beings! The avatar's intestines were torn out, and countless Eldar souls were devoured by another being.

"Thank you..." Slaanesh rarely bowed to the khaki figure.

"Remember to pay it back in the future." The khaki figure dissipated from the warp. Then, the Dark Prince's clone returned to the Six Rings of Slaanesh.

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"What a shame," sighed the Eldar Death God behind the Laughing God. They had hoped to use this opportunity to weaken their nemesis. The original plan was this: when the Dark Prince launched his attack, the Laughing God and the Death God would hold the enemy back, while the giant golden figure would dispatch the clone with a single backstab. Simple and brutal. However, the appearance of Nurgle shattered all of this.

"Haha, it's not that simple. You are too impatient." Xilego shook his head and said.

"This result is acceptable," Xilego said after closing his eyes and pondering for a moment. "Although we didn't kill this clone, we did hide your existence. And do you know what the Chaos God fears most?"

"What is it?" asked Ineyed.

"What they fear most is the alliance with other evil gods!" An exaggerated smiling face appeared on the huge harlequin mask.

"Alliance? While rare for evil gods, it does happen, like them teaming up to fight Neos," Inieid said, somewhat puzzled. He had only been awakened for so short a time, and there were many things he didn't understand.

"No, this is different. Fighting an enemy together is different from a covenant. A covenant is a cause and effect, a cause and effect that must be repaid once it is owed. And now, Nurgle and Slaanesh are producing these causes and effects, and the fate between them is gradually being entangled together. It is not easy to separate them." Xilego said.

Even gods are subject to cause and effect. Just like the Emperor used tactics to steal the power of the Evil God, and then he was cast on the Golden Throne. So, the Emperor couldn't take the Evil God's power for free, so could the Evil Gods just take advantage of each other for free? Obviously not! Causation aside, for these original evils, vengeance is their nature!

Just like in the beginning, when Tzeentch despised Slaanesh, it was Nurgle who helped Slaanesh sever Ahriman's lifeline and dealt a heavy blow to Tzeentch. This is karma, and Slaanesh must repay it in the future. Otherwise, Nurgle will be jealous or retaliate. This is a contract. Nurgle paid for Slaanesh, so he must pay back.

This pact is different from the one where Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh all came together to siege Tzeentch. During the siege, all three were acting for their own benefit, aiming to destroy the Staff in Tzeentch's hand. They were in a cooperative relationship, but there was no debt owed to one another. However, Nurgle's help to Slaanesh was different; it was Slaanesh who owed Nurgle.

This time, Nurgle's assistance to Slaanesh was even greater. If last time he merely helped Slaanesh vent his anger, this time, Nurgle helped Slaanesh preserve a body comparable to a lesser god, as well as the souls of countless Eldar! This debt is enormous! Although the Chaos God is chaotic, he also has principles to follow. So, how can you expect Slaanesh to repay it?

"But even if Slaanesh and Nurgle form an alliance, will it be beneficial to us? It will be more difficult for us to deal with Slaanesh in the future. Wouldn't it be better for them to fall into chaos?" Ineyed asked curiously.

"You're ignoring the reactions of the other evil gods. Think about it, who will suffer the most when Slaanesh and Nurgle form an alliance?" Silogo said with a smile. "Alright, let's get on with our work. We still have a lot to do."

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"Stupid guy! A god has become someone else's thug just like that. If I were you, I would have been ashamed!" In the Tzeentch domain, Tzeentch's furious roar shook the entire crystal maze. Countless Tzeentch demons trembled. They huddled in the corners, fearing that they would be seen by their master and then turned into tools for venting. The Tzeentch demons and demon princes also tried their best to reduce their presence. They either read books or pretended to be busy making conspiracies. It was unknown whether they were really busy or just slacking off.

Chapter 278 Tzeentch's Plan (5K)

As Silogo had said, in Tzeentch's mind at that moment, the distant First God War had far less impact on her than the nearness of Nurgle and Slaanesh. This was because, in essence, Tzeentch and Nurgle were opposites. Tzeentch represented endless change, drawing strength from change, while Nurgle represented immutability and eternity...

This is a fundamental opposition! And now Nurgle has brought in another evil god as an ally. That's the worst news for Tzeentch, worse than if humanity had gained another god! After all, the battle between evil gods is the most brutal battle in the warp.

As for Tzeentch's choice? Should he ally with Khorne? This was inherently an impossible task, as Khorne represents extreme chaos and bloodshed. They live for slaughter, regardless of whether they're enemies or allies. Those who, when in a state of rage, would even slaughter their own comrades were not a good choice for an alliance. After all, when there's war, Khorne's demons fight together, but when not, they kill each other in the arena. In battle, some high-ranking demons will simply eliminate those below them, simply because they're "in the way"!

Even from a rational perspective, it would be in Khorne's best interest to not take sides. After all, Nurgle and Slaanesh must first deal with Tzeentch, not Khorne.

Of course, another important reason is that Tzeentch has also calculated Khorne. After all, Khorne's number one thug was bewitched by Tzeentch, and then swung his axe to chop Khorne... So if Nurgle and Slaanesh join forces to deal with Tzeentch, Tzeentch has to consider whether Khorne will take advantage of his misfortune, so forget about forming an alliance...

Tzeentch, who had been scheming and plotting against the other evil gods, suddenly found himself isolated. When the relationships among the evil gods were in a state of chaos, Tzeentch had thrived by leveraging his divine power and schemes. But now, with clear factions emerging among the Chaos Gods, Tzeentch's situation was dire. Traitors thrive on chaos, and once factions are established, the traitor will be the first to be eliminated, even if he's powerful. Of course, Tzeentch himself wouldn't be killed, but his kingdom and his followers would undoubtedly suffer severe damage and casualties.

"The path of the gods lies in the physical universe." Tzeentch sat upon his throne, gazing through the crystal maze at the vast galaxy. His eyes shone with divine light, as if he sought to see into the future. However, the outcome was never good. Tzeentch, who constantly toyed with fate, would eventually be entangled by it himself. The gods were never omnipotent, a fact the traveler knew, and Tzeentch understood it too.

In reality, the Chaos Gods seek to expand their domain, blurring the lines between the Warp and the physical universe, extending their reach into the physical universe. They are no longer content to be mere gods of the Warp. After the mass extinction of the C'tan, the Eldar gods controlled the highest echelons of the physical universe. The Eldar maintain sufficient influence in both the physical universe and the Warp, something the original Unholy Gods lacked. Now, the Unholy Gods desire to encroach upon the physical universe, requiring subordinates capable of a long-term presence in the physical universe. This is precisely why they strike a bargain with the Emperor.

What are the Primarchs? Essentially, the Evil Gods gave them power, and then the Emperor gave them a pass to enter the physical universe. It's that simple!

"Nyos, you're truly lucky." Tzeentch sighed. He had somehow realized that the Great Rebellion wouldn't be as devastating to the Imperium of Mankind as he had anticipated. Previously, Tzeentch believed that, with the combined strength of the Four Chaos Gods, the Great Rebellion would halt the rise of the Imperium and effectively lock humanity's ceiling. But now, thanks to the emergence of another deity within humanity, that ceiling had been broken from a higher dimension. The Great Rebellion's impact on humanity would likely only be a temporary delay. After all, the difference between a civilization possessing a true god and one without is truly enormous.

Let's talk about combat power, why are demons so powerful? It's not because they're invincible; demons are just that. Crucially, they're incredibly difficult to kill. They can lose 100 times, but a mortal would be doomed if they lost once. However, once a civilization has a true deity, as long as that civilization survives, the deity's messengers, or what we might call "demons," are also immortal, unless the deity himself takes action.

We are all demons, and each is difficult to utterly slay. Even if one god dies, the other can also be annihilated, thus eliminating the demons' or evil gods' greatest advantage. More importantly, this civilization is destined to be the next overlord of the galaxy, unlike the Hrud, a lesser race. The Emperor is right; humanity's domination of the galaxy is Manifest Destiny! This destiny cannot be defied by even the evil gods!

Due to some unknown reason, the upper limit of human civilization has been broken, and it is developing towards the peak of the Eldar Empire. In the future, a pantheon of order may emerge. This pantheon will not only dominate the galaxy in the real universe, but will also carve up a considerable share of the Warp. At least most of the human soul will have no chance against the evil gods. As the original evil, evil gods like Tzeentch can survive without believers, but with believers, they are more powerful after all!

"Can Vashtol be won over?" Tzeentch cast his gaze towards the area of ​​the Warp shrouded in black fog, where countless factories composed of flesh and machinery churned out endlessly. But then, Tzeentch gave up. Vashtol wasn't foolish. Relying on neutrality, he could barely survive in the Warp. If he abandoned neutrality, he would likely be torn apart by the Warp's gods. These gods wouldn't just be the Chaos Gods; perhaps even the Gods of Order would get involved! After all, the human gods were likely very interested in things like forging and technology. So, Vashtol would definitely not join forces with Tzeentch. Even if they did, Vashtol's power wouldn't be of much use...

"The increase is too small, so we can only fight within the existing stock." Tzeentch calculated, trying to see through the fog of the future. "This time, it was Nurgle who saw the future first. But this is understandable. He is the God of Entropy. He saw through the rising ceiling of human civilization earlier and took preemptive measures."

The role of the Chaos Gods still depends on their priesthood. Tzeentch's priesthood does encompass knowledge, conspiracy, and psychic powers. But Nurgle's priesthood is entropy—decline, death, and rebirth! Leveraging the advantages afforded by his priesthood, Nurgle was the first to realize that human civilization, once on the decline, had suddenly experienced a resurgence. This prey, once expected to languish beneath the Chaos Gods' siege, suddenly gained strength. The cause isn't important; the outcome is crucial: human civilization will no longer be a vulnerable prey, vulnerable to attack and even targeted. Therefore, Nurgle decisively adjusted his strategy. If he couldn't secure new reserves within the galaxy, he might as well target the existing Chaos realm... Thus, Nurgle aided Slaanesh, creating a causal entanglement between the two. And his target was indeed Tzeentch!

Nurgle's thinking was simple: Tzeentch was currently isolated beyond compare. The newly emerged human pantheon would not aid Tzeentch, and neither would the Eldar. Khorne and Tzeentch were also on bad terms. Now, after uniting with Slaanesh, Nurgle's power would undoubtedly surpass Tzeentch's, giving him the upper hand in the battle for survival.

Tzeentch was surprised to find his situation worse than ever. Faced with this situation, he had to recalibrate his strategy and strengthen his own strength. Forget allies; those truly capable of helping him wouldn't side with him, and those he could win over were of little use. He was left to fend for himself. Tragically, however, the number of demons he had was finite. After all, these demons were essentially fragments of his own power. Given his limited strength, his demons, especially those capable and renowned, were limited...

"Thousand Sons, Magnus, we need you this time." After a moment's deliberation, Tzeentch finally made up his mind. His true form vanished from the throne, and a moment later, he arrived at a corner of the Crystal Labyrinth. Within this room, an eyeball was fixed in place by 99 chains. Beneath the eyeball, a ball of eternal demonic fire blazed. This was the source of Tzeentch's control over Magnus and the Thousand Sons.

In the bargain between Magnus and Tzeentch, the former lost an eye, which was then imprisoned by Tzeentch using arcane magic. As long as the circle and the eye remained, Magnus could not escape his grasp. The demonic fire beneath was the source of the Thousand Sons Legion's Curse of Flesh. When Tzeentch wished to suppress the Curse of Flesh, he controlled the flames, but detonating the curse was a simple gesture. This was a backup plan Tzeentch had in mind when he struck a deal with the Emperor. Knowing that the Emperor would attempt to establish a force to counter the demons, he sought to hold the key to its destruction in his own hands!

Tzeentch originally had a nonchalant attitude towards the Thousand Sons. After all, while powerful, he often engaged in schemes and rarely took the initiative. Possessing a powerful Space Marine Legion would clearly draw the vigilance and targeting of other evil gods. Therefore, he was not particularly concerned about the survival of the Thousand Sons, nor did he want to see it become too powerful. Therefore, his original plan was to detonate the Curse of Flesh at the appropriate time, thereby forcing Magnus to fall.

But now, this Legion could not disappear. It was the only large-scale Space Marine Legion He could lay hands on. If, according to the original plan, the Thousand Sons were to be reduced to dust, then Tzeentch's influence in the real universe would be extremely low, and he would not be able to recruit enough men. However, if he abandoned the Curse of Flesh and Blood, then the Thousand Sons Legion under his command would be much more powerful in the future, and the Emperor would have an opportunity, because the Thousand Sons Legion was not as easy to succumb to the evil god as other traitorous legions.

Honestly, if you ask which legion had the most loyalists among the rebels, it's definitely the Thousand Sons! After all, 3 loyalists were annihilated within the Imperial Sons. And what about the Thousand Sons? On Prospero, the vast majority of them were forced into rebellion! Even if Magnus destroyed the Webway, and the Thousand Sons who cast the spell with him were criminally negligent, the Thousand Sons mages who participated in the operation were only a small fraction of the legion. After all, on Prospero, the Thousand Sons had 6.8 men, and beyond their homeworld, there were over 2 more scattered across the galaxy. It's fair to say that the vast majority of Thousand Sons were subjectively loyal to the Imperium, and the vast majority did not participate in Magnus's rebellion. It's fair to say they were loyalists.

It can even be said that the Thousand Sons Legion was ultimately destroyed due to a series of mistakes made by Magnus himself, as well as the instigation of the evil gods and Horus. To say that they were unjustly killed is not an exaggeration.

"What would be the consequences if I let the Thousand Sons go?" Tzeentch gazed at the demonic fire, lost in thought. It wasn't that Tzeentch couldn't corrupt the Thousand Sons Legion. After all, the vast majority of its "Guardian Spirits" were T-daemons, making corruption easy. However, Magnus was, after all, the pinnacle of Imperial psychic power, the most powerful psychic being among mortals. If he began to corrupt, Magnus would undoubtedly notice, and this would make many of his plans difficult to implement.

Tzeentch might indeed control some of the Thousand Sons, but at the same time, some, or even most, of the Thousand Sons might defect to the Emperor. Tzeentch was now weighing whether it would be more beneficial for him to be exposed to the Curse of Flesh.

Simply put, if the Thousand Sons' total power was 100%, then according to Old T's original plan, he would have taken 9% of the power and destroyed the remaining 91%, leaving the Empire with nothing. But now, due to the alliance between Nurgle and Slaanesh, and the rise of humanity, it poses a serious threat to Tzeentch, so he wants to lift the Curse of Flesh and take a larger share.

But everything comes at a price, and so does Tzeentch. If he wishes to seize more power, he must give up the Curse of Flesh. After all, only if the Thousand Sons survive can he reap a share. (As for whether Tzeentch can allow those loyal to him to survive and those who disloyal to die, this seems impossible given the context. After all, after the Burning of Prospero, loyal Thousand Sons still survived, and many of them did not die from the Curse of Flesh. The so-called Rubric Magic treats everyone equally, judging heroes by their psychic power. Those who can withstand it survive, but those who can't are reduced to ash!)

If the Curse of Flesh and Blood was abandoned, and everyone relied on their own abilities to rescue people from the Thousand Sons, the Emperor might not be as good, but he could definitely get a piece of the pie! So, the final result might be that Tzeentch took part, the Emperor took part, and some unknown god-like being among humans took the rest...

"This plan isn't unacceptable to me," Tzeentch sighed softly. "But for Chaos, this outcome isn't good."

The Chaos Gods all knew that the Thousand Sons posed one of the greatest threats to Daemons, their psychic gifts too powerful to counter them. This posed a dilemma for Tzeentch. Destroying the Thousand Sons would benefit Chaos as a whole, but not Tzeentch himself. Preserving the Thousand Sons, on the other hand, would mean the Imperium would retain some of its remains, preserving this special force for combating Daemons. But at the same time, Tzeentch could also use it to strengthen his own power! It was a matter of choosing between harming others and benefiting himself, or harming himself and benefiting others.

"Thousand Sons, thank me for my mercy." Tzeentch extended nine hands, each with nine fingers. Purple divine power poured out, landing on the dancing demonic fire, gradually extinguishing the already suppressed demonic fire. With the continuous outpouring of mana, after nine days, nine hours, nine minutes, and nine seconds, the demonic fire would be completely extinguished. This also meant that the divine power and curse-related power of the Thousand Sons Legion's flesh and blood curse would completely disappear!

"If nothing unexpected happens, I can at least get a Thousand Sons Legion with 9999 people. Come, Emperor and unknown gods, let us see who can gain more in this feast of dividing the Thousand Sons Legion." Tzeentch's howl echoed in the crystal maze.

As the saying goes, what goes around comes around. When Tzeentch decided not to destroy the entire Thousand Sons Legion, fate would also offer him a gift. A group of Thousand Sons Legion members were destined to fall into his hands. And he would be given a decent guarantee. As for the rest, it all depended on the game between the gods and the competition between mortals.

However, what Tzeentch could not have imagined was that the fact that he had erased the curse of flesh and blood was immediately felt by the Eldar gods. Iniered was the Eldar god of the dead, but his authority was somewhat special. It not only meant that he could collect the souls of the dead Eldar, but could even expand it to other races.

(The Eldar Death God Aeneid is quite special. Two things happened in the background that were very dramatic. One was the resurrection of Guilliman. After cutting off the power supply to Guilliman's stasis field, the power of the Death God and the Armor of Fate allowed Guilliman to stand up. It can be said that Guilliman's physical body was reborn from the dead. The other thing was that the Death God chose to deceive Ahriman and resurrected the Rubric Warriors. Those Rubric Warriors not only regained their physical bodies, but also regained their sanity. Of course, everyone knows what happened next. After the Death Army fled, Aeneid decisively let go, and the Thousand Sons of the Rubric returned to dust, and dust returned to dust...)

The Thousand Sons Legion was naturally of paramount importance to both the Empire and the Eldar, and the Death God had long since focused his attention on these precious legions. When the divine power portion of the Curse of Flesh and Blood disappeared, Inield was the first to sense the change.

More importantly, Tzeentch was unaware that his actions had been discovered by the Gods of Order. The reason was simple: the Chaos Gods might have been aware of the emergence of a new Eldar god, but they were unaware of Ineed's role. Furthermore, Ineed was considered the Eldar's chief deity. Therefore, until Ineed confronted the Chaos Gods directly, the Chaos Gods were unaware of his opponent's strength.

"Tzeentch has abandoned the Curse of Flesh," Aeneid said to the Harlequin God.

"This is good news." The Harlequin God smiled and then turned his attention back to the battlefield.

Chapter 279: Mortal War 1 (5K)

The gods have their own wars, and mortals have their own wars. The battle between the Traveler and the Randan Overmind blurred the line between the physical universe and the Warp. While the Endless Journey and the Randan Supreme Mastermind engaged in a demigod-like battle, the Imperial Legion and the Randan Fleet also engaged in a tangle. As the massive Randan fleet surged towards them, the Khan crushed the first crystal gifted by the Traveler!

In an instant, a majestic blue curtain of light enveloped the entire Imperial fleet. At that moment, the Adeptus Mechanicus, responsible for warship technology, watched in awe as the power output soared, their ships still operating smoothly, yet they were overcome with excitement. In that moment, they felt a faint touch of the glory of the God of All Machines. They prostrated themselves on the deck, praising the great God of All Machines and the Traveler in the highest and most devout tones. Although the Traveler was not the true God of Forge, with tens of thousands of years of deep cultivation in the craft, he still had his own insights in the field of forging. With the influence of divine power, the Traveler brought a buff to the Imperial fleet!

"Praise the travelers, humanity triumphs!" Facing the oncoming Randan fleet, the Imperial fleet met these twisted creations with unprecedented firepower. A hail of nova cannon shells, macrocannons, and light spears rained down upon the Randan fleet. The Randan aliens were astonished to discover that the distant human fleet was enveloped in a halo of blue light. Their attack was over 3% more powerful than previously estimated. One massive starship after another was instantly reduced to ash by the stellar flare-like fire. Each salvo was a disaster for the Randan fleet.

Khan, leading the White Scars and part of the Luna Wolves and Imperial Son fleets, charged to the front lines. He utilized agile maneuvers and frequent formation changes to constantly manage the distance between himself and the Randan fleet, fully utilizing his fleet's firepower, consuming the enemy with round after round of salvos. In a short period of time, over three dozen Randan warships were reduced to dust under the fierce fire. At this moment, the Randan fleet's mastermind also took action!

On several particularly large warships, the Randan masterminds began to release spells they had prepared for a long time. Unlike the travelers who had a huge pool of faith, the Randan masters could not spare any divine power to take care of their subordinates when fighting against gods, so they could only use the psychic power of the Randan mastermind to balance the influence of the travelers.

They used their first psionic power, attempting to create a temporary portal near the Imperial fleet. Over thirty Randan Elder Brains began unleashing their psychic energy, but their efforts were utterly unsuccessful. After all, they were fighting the Traveler in their strongest area. A brilliant star map rose from the Emerald Sky of the White Scars' station. After all, as a descendant of the Emperor, the Traveler had bequeathed the Farstrider Star Map to the White Scars. While it might be incredibly powerful in combat, it could at least allow them to escape if things went wrong by consuming the Traveler's divine crystals.

As for intercepting the Randan Masterminds' attempted portal, the Far Traveler Star Map was a simple matter of a wave of the hand. The unfolding star map instantly obliterated the slowly opening spatial rift, and in the process, overloaded the several Masterminds involved in the spellcasting! With the Masterminds' painful howls, the entire Randan fleet's offensive faltered!

"My lord, the power of the crystal is time-limited. We cannot maintain it for too long." Yesugei advised the Khan.

"Relax, Yesugei. These magical crystals have indeed played a huge role, but as legionnaires, we cannot rely entirely on external forces. My brothers are already prepared. Don't worry," the Khan said calmly. "Have you glimpsed something higher than this?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's not psychic power, but something more advanced." Yesugei said after thinking for a moment.

"That's right, this is not psychic power, it's something more advanced." Khan said as he looked at the blue light shining in his hand. After using the first divine power crystal, Khan himself was also affected by the divine power. He felt that there were many more things in his mind, and his perception of the subspace and psychic power became stronger.

"Let us continue to fight," said the Khan.

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The Khan's command was truly exceptional. The White Scars' fleet maneuvers and formations were textbook examples of the Imperial Navy, even leaving their brethren from other legions in awe. However, blocked by the vastly superior Randan fleet, and driven by the Mastermind's psychic powers and calculations, the White Scars fleet struggled to cope with the growing enemy force. They struggled like prey caught in a spider's web. In the distance, even more Randan fleets swarmed over, attempting to annihilate the fleet completely.