Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"It's our turn. My brothers have destroyed the enemy's formation. They have become chaotic and vulnerable. They have left their backs to us. It's time for the Empire's sword to pierce the enemy's body." On the flagship Blood and Tears, the Archangel issued the order to attack. In the battle just now, the White Scars were the first to go into battle, and the Randan fleet was divided into two, one to encircle the White Scars, and the other to fight against the Blood Angels and other fleets.

As time passed, more and more of the Randan fleet was diverted to the White Scars' side, leaving the Blood Angels' formation increasingly weak. But now, concentrated under the Blood Angels was the fleet's strongest force. The Blood Angels were in the center, flanked by the Dark Angels' squadrons to the left, and the Iron Hands and Space Wolves to the right! A single-handed frontline of the Legion! The fleets of the four Legions formed a solid front. Following Sanguinius's command, the entire fleet rushed forward with the force of a mountain.

"In the name of Mankind and the Emperor!" Accompanied by Sanguinius's battle cry, the Emperor's gaze shone from within the Warp, a golden glow enveloping the entire fleet. If the buff granted by the Traveler was agility, then the Emperor's gift was unstoppable power! Enveloped in golden divine light, the massive fleet hammered down upon the Randan fleet's formation like a battering ram. Then, under the power of lances, torpedoes, macrocannons, and even the rams of the warships, and beneath the Emperor's gaze and divine might, the Randan fleet was instantly shattered!

Even though the Imperial fleet was significantly smaller than the enemy, with the added bonus of a cheat, it still held the upper hand. Elsewhere, the Randan War Moon hung high in the void, quietly waiting. The mastermind within waited for the divine power to dissipate.

Although the Randan civilization was significantly inferior to the Empire in all aspects, they had one advantage: high-end combat power. The Empire lacked a force comparable to the Randan mastermind. This combat power wasn't just about PK after the two sides met, but also involved a comparison of knowledge, command ability, and psychic power.

At least the current Primarchs don't understand the difference between divine power and psychic energy, and even their understanding of so-called gods is far inferior to that of the Elder Brain. At least when the Emperor and the Traveler personally took action, these Elder Brains chose to remain silent after their attempts. They were waiting, waiting for the distant divine power to dissipate.

"I've never experienced such a thrilling battle. The enemy ships were as fragile as a piece of paper before our attacks," said Vespasian, the Imperial Commander, with great delight. He had never imagined that the Randan fleet, so formidable among other legions, could be destroyed so easily.

"Perhaps some more powerful being is aiding us?" Akurduna, the advisor, observed, sensing the blue light enveloping the warship. He vaguely sensed that the Sword of Excellence he carried seemed to resonate faintly with the blue light curtain. Fugen had used this sword in battle against the Traveler, and during that battle, the sword had inevitably been eroded by the Traveler's power.

Fugen still favored his number one swordsman, and he cryptically told Akulduna many things. Looking at the inexplicable blue light enveloping the fleet, Akulduna vaguely realized something.

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"Khan, I can feel that this force is weakening, and the laws of reality are correcting all of this." On Khan's flagship, Yesugei reminded that divine power is a power above the standard, and is also not very compatible with the rules of reality. After all, the Emperor and the Traveler are not Star Gods, and their power is inseparable from the Warp and psychic energy, so their existence is only temporary.

"I understand. So, we need to evacuate from the enemy's encirclement. Get the Vast Sky ready, we need it to delay time." Khan thought for a while and said.

"My lord, although the Vast Sky Space Station is very powerful, there are too many Randan fleets. It is one of the legion's most precious assets. We cannot guarantee that it can survive under the pressure of Randan's massive fleet." Yesugei said with some heartache.

"This is a necessary risk. And certain beings are prepared for it. Follow the order." Khan said calmly.

Moments later, before the Traveler's Blessing wore off, the Khan and his fleet stormed out from under the Randan fleet. Immediately, the Vast Sky Aerial Fortress and its attached fleet blocked the Randan fleet's path. Hundreds of warships charged towards the jewel-like star fortress, only to be met with countless lances and cannons even more powerful than those on the battleships! The forces guarding Vast Sky were composed of the White Scars, Death Guard, Iron Warriors, and Mechanicus. A large number of heavy warships surrounded the star fortress, using it as their core, striving to withstand the Randan fleet's wave after wave of attacks.

"This is a fortress built by the High!" When a Mastermind attempted to teleport a unit of Randan Bone Eaters to a Death Guard fleet guarding the Vast Sky, a turbulent subspace current tore the unit to pieces. In an area centered around the Vast Sky Star Fortress, Randan Masterminds' attempts to launch teleport strikes failed, with the worst-case scenario being a failure of the transport or a disaster on their own warships.

All teleportation was blocked, and all psychic-related skills were downgraded by several levels. The Randan assault troops, previously relying on psychic invisibility, were now invisible under some force. The war machine the Traveler personally crafted for the Chosen was truly exceptional, and the Khan's decision to deploy his recently acquired Star Fortress at this crucial moment was a calculated move. The Khan needed to gradually burden the fleet with the pressure, and while these fleets would suffer losses, they could recover.

However, just as the Randan fleet's various psychic methods struggled, the Imperial forces' teleportation within the vast sky was working like a duck in water. Garro handed the fleet's command to Torgaddon, who, along with Loken, cleared out the Randan alien forces that were attempting to board the ship.

"You could have been an excellent swordsman. But now you have become an iron shell." After pulling out the long sword from the body of a Randan Bone Eater, Garo looked at Loken behind him with complicated eyes. Just now, when Garo was besieged by five Bone Eaters, the latter suddenly rushed out from a corner in an Iron Wolf Mech, and then, in less than 5 seconds, he killed three of them with missiles and hot melt!

"Whether you use a sword or a gun, the result is the same." Loken, maneuvering the Iron Wolf mech, walked in front of Garo and swung the stance sword in the Iron Wolf mech's right hand. The powerful decomposition stance sent a buzzing sound through the air. "And I use a sword too, only mine is bigger."

"I'm still accustomed to down-to-earth combat. Ultimately, the battlefield must be conquered by infantry," Garro snorted. Perhaps it was due to past combat habits, or perhaps it was the impression left by Mortarion's gene-seed. Even though he now had more equipment to choose from, even opening his arms to giant mechas, war machines more powerful than ordinary knights, Garro remained loyal to his Centurion Terminator Armor.

But Loken was a little different. He advocated for stronger firepower and more efficient killing, and didn't mind how to achieve it. After he completed the training of the Iron Wolf combat mecha and obtained the Iron Wolf Class A driver's license, he decisively replaced it with a customized Iron Wolf mecha.

"Yes, it is indeed necessary to use infantry to occupy it in the end. You are right, senior." Locke complimented.

"?!" Jialuo stopped and turned his head vigilantly. He felt that something must be happening on the opposite side, otherwise this guy would not be so respectful to him.

"I heard that you could have gotten a giant mecha, but you gave up. If I'm not mistaken, this elegant and powerful war machine should still be in your warehouse." Locke said.

"So, what do you want to do?" Jialuo frowned slightly. The Iron Wolf mecha was not a very precious item. But the Giant Mecha was different. It was a high-end product.

"My license to use the giant mechas will be issued soon, but we lack enough giant mechas. I am a little slow in taking the exam." Locke spoke frankly. Originally, Locke was also in the infantry squad, and compared with his colleagues who were already in the mechanized forces, his foundation was indeed a little worse.

"You're too optimistic. Our relationship hasn't reached this level." Jialuo snorted coldly.

"I can work for you!" said Locke.

"Holy shit..." For a moment, Garo wondered if she'd misheard. Loken was a company commander after all, working for a giant mecha? What would happen if Torgarton found out?

"The longer the battle goes on, the more I feel that as a warrior there is so much to learn. The original bolters and chainswords, as well as rhinos and Siskarans, are no longer enough for us to face the dangerous aliens. Perhaps my abilities are limited, and there is bound to be a gap between me and some people, but I want to master all the weapons of the Space Marines. In the future, maybe I will publish a book and leave my experiences and experience to future generations." Loken said sincerely.

"You have a truly grand vision," Garro said after a moment's silence. "Among the millions of Space Marines in the Empire, countless aspire to become commanders, and countless more aspire to become Legion Champions. However, the desire to become a skilled technician of all kinds of equipment is extremely rare, especially among the Luna Wolves. Every captain is meticulously managing their company, while you're only focused on writing books."

"The Luna Wolves have too many excellent commanders. It doesn't matter if I'm missing. However, there is no one in the legion who is proficient in various new equipment. I want to be the first." Loken said sincerely.

"Huh... You could have been a member of the Council of Four Kings," Garro thought to himself. During a casual chat with Torgaddon, the latter had mentioned the Primarch's dissatisfaction with young Horus. Based on Garro's understanding of the Luna Wolves and Horus, he had a vague suspicion that this was a crucial test for Loken. Success would have vaulted him into the highest circle of the Luna Wolves. But now, a man aspiring to be a trainer didn't seem quite right for the position of the Council of Four Kings.

"After this battle is over." Garo said. This matter was not decided by him alone. He also needed to talk to Togarton...

War is sometimes more than just a matter of numbers. When something exceptionally powerful appears on the front lines, the impact on the situation is enormous, just as the appearance of the Randan War Moon caused the Empire extreme discomfort. When the salvos of fleets could not penetrate the defense, the War Moon was almost synonymous with invincibility. To date, every loss of a War Moon has been caused by super-sized forces or by the Primarch himself leading a large number of troops equipped with forbidden weapons, killing the enemy at a huge cost.

This time, the Randan aliens encountered the same predicament as the human legions. The vast expanse of the sky was like an unshakable dam in a torrent, allowing the Randan fleet to assault them. There were even instances where Randan warships attempted desperate ramming, but were reduced to ash by the impenetrable fire net. As for boarding and deep strikes? That was a joke. After all, you're disrespecting the Traveler's priesthood...

Thus, the imperial fleet, which was obviously at a disadvantage, was able to suppress the enemy under the excellent command of Khan and the blessing of high-dimensional power. Faced with this situation, Randan War Moon was finally going to take action!

Chapter 280: Mortal War 2

"It's the War Moon! The Randan War Moon is launching an attack on the vast sky!" After a long and unsuccessful attack, the Randan aliens finally deployed their most powerful war machine in the galaxy: an asteroid-sized creation and dozens of Randan masterminds. Flanked by a massive fleet, they rushed towards the distant White Scar Space Fortress. At this moment, Qin Xia, stationed at the space station, gave his all, trying to stop this terrifying existence.

"Khan, we need Yesugei." Qin Xia's request was sent to the Khan, and after the latter nodded slightly, Yesugei immediately opened a portal, and the next moment, he appeared in the core position of the vast sky.

"We are responsible for the conventional battles, but the psychic battles will depend on you." Qin Xia said seriously.

"Don't worry, I'm ready." Yesugei nodded, then took the throne in the center of the hall. Around him, over 300 Librarians and over 800 Psykers were deployed around a massive psychic array. These Librarians came not only from the White Scars, but also from the Blood Angels and Space Wolves. Here, they would fuse their spirits and psychic powers, relying on the psychic array and the blessing of a higher-dimensional being to defeat the ferocious Randan Mastermind.

"You must persevere." Qin Xia said.

"Don't worry, we've practiced this before, and perhaps, at a higher level, there's some being protecting us." Yesugei raised his head slightly. Empowered by his psychic powers, his gaze penetrated the boundary between reality and the subspace. In the distance, he saw a blank expanse, an unexplorable place. There, the being that would truly determine the outcome of this battle was fiercely engaged in battle!

"Begin!" Following Yesugei's command, all psykers began to release their psychic energy and synchronize their spirits with each other! Dazzling and surging psychic energy surged throughout the star fortress. This energy was so powerful that it even broke through the barrier between reality and the subspace.

If it were in the past, Yesugei would never do this. The warp is like a deep sea with strange waves and clouds, and no one knows what kind of terrifying existence is hidden in it. Using psychic power so unscrupulously is simply a way to death. After all, the spirits of most people, even excellent psychics, are vulnerable to the malice in the warp.

But it is different now. When the spirits and psychic powers of hundreds or thousands of psychics are coordinated together, the originally fragile humans become as strong and tough as Titans. With the help of the psychic array, Yesugei feels that his spirit and strength have instantly leaped to a higher level, which allows him to compete with the opposing main brain.

At this time, a subspace vortex also appeared above the war moon. Under the full force of the main brain and the brain eater, psychic energy like a tide violently surged towards the vast sky. The psychic energies of both sides converged together, collided and consumed each other. The resulting energy vortex even drew nearby warships into it. The moment they entered, whether it was the Imperial warship or the Randan warship, the shields shattered almost like soap bubbles, and the souls of all the creatures inside were burned out in an instant, and then the entire hull was torn into pieces.

As Yesugei and the Overmind battled psychically, both sides engaged in a relentless barrage of cannons and lances. Leveraging their foresight, the White Scars successfully parried the Randan War Moon's attacks, drawing more and more Randan fleets into the fray. Just as the station came under immense pressure, the White Scars and Blood Angels fleets, respite from the onslaught, converged.

"My brother, we can't keep wasting our time like this. Relying on rotational warfare, our losses are currently manageable. But the Randan aliens are not without backup plans. They may still have a war moon and a large fleet, but we don't know where they are. They're waiting for us to reveal all our cards before delivering a fatal blow!" Sanguinius sensed something, his prophecies always accurate. But this time, the archangel could only vaguely sense something; he had no idea where the enemy was or when they would enter the fray.

"I understand what you mean, so we need to let the opponent play his last card first, and then we take action. I have already chosen the target." Khan said, looking at the planet of fear tentacles in the distance and the industrial rings densely covering the planet.

"A war moon?" Sanguinius looked out the window at the Randan war moon that was fighting with the Vast Sky and said eagerly.

"Under such circumstances, such a difficult target is naturally not the first choice. However, if we work together with all our strength to attack the Randan War Moon, perhaps there will be good results." Khan said after thinking for a moment.

"Then act! I can't wait any longer," Sanguinius said. Then, the Khan personally crushed the second crystal gifted by the Traveler! A heart-pounding blue halo once again enveloped the Imperial fleet!

Afterwards, led by two Queen of Glory-class flagships, thousands of Imperial Navy warships stabbed from the side like a sharp sword at the Randan War Moon that was in a stalemate with the vast sky!

This time, Khan gave up the idea of ​​relying on maneuvers and detours to consume the opponent. The two fleets rushed towards the Randan fleet with a resolute attitude, regardless of casualties. Many warships even used rams to tear apart Randan's warships covered with spikes and dark technology instead of using naval guns and torpedoes to open the situation.

As the distance drew closer, the Dark Angels and the warships of the various legions, armed with forbidden weapons, unleashed a terrifying barrage of fire upon the distant War Moon. Space rifts and antimatter ammunition tore dozens of Randan warships apart. The two Glorious Queen-class battleships served as the sharpest arrows, and alongside them were numerous Splendor-class battleships. Their terrifying axial weapons unleashed a frenzied barrage, carving a path through the Randan fleet.

"As long as we work harder, we can bring the enemy's war moon into our attack range. With the forbidden weapons of several legions, we can definitely overwhelm the enemy, right?" Sanguinius said, looking at the Randan fleet that was about to be penetrated.

The terrifying power of the Randan War Moon lies in its fusion of technology and psychic energy. From a purely technological perspective, antimatter ammunition and vortex weapons could still inflict damage, but psychic energy is illogical. But now, when the Randan masterminds lack the energy to use psychic energy against the Imperial fleet, these forbidden weapons could inflict a fatal blow to the War Moon! The Empire once again aimed its sharp blade at Randan's most precious war resource.

"It's impossible, because another war moon has arrived and is preparing to gather the fleet." Khan said with a grim expression. At this moment, he had already felt that a certain existence had knocked open the door to the real universe!

The Khan's fleet was the first to shift formation, its spearhead attack quickly transformed into a defensive ring. Then came the Imperial Children's fleet, equally agile and well-trained. Sanguinius and his fleet also began to retreat. The most troublesome were the Iron Hands and Iron Warriors fleets, which had too many heavy warships and were too slow.

The Randan aliens didn't give the Empire much time. As a rift the size of a planet opened, the Third War Moon, carrying a massive Randan fleet, finally entered the fray. Using specialized spatial positioning and teleportation, they deployed almost alongside the Imperial fleet, the Third War Moon leading the charge, followed by an endless stream of warships. The psychic laughter of the Masterminds echoed through the void. At this moment, the Imperial fleet was confined to a small area, with no room to maneuver. The high-dimensional support they had previously relied on seemed to have been exhausted.

"Give up the current target and move closer to the Vast Sky," Khan ordered.

"We can't fight two war moons and the overwhelmingly superior Randan fleet head-on," said Sanguinius.

"I know, follow orders! We still have a trump card!" the Khan said with remarkable composure. Then, the Human Empire dispatched a fleet consisting primarily of heavy warships to block the Randan reinforcements. They formed an iron line of defense, hoping to halt the War Moon's onslaught. However, the situation was dire. The War Moon's formidable firepower and psychic energy tore through the enemy like an unmatched behemoth. All they could do was delay the enemy's advance, buying time for the main force to shift.

"We suffered heavy losses this time," Zhubahan said to Khan.

"I know, but the fleet of the Randan Legion has been concentrated at one point, and the defense forces in other places are vacant." A sneer appeared on the corner of the Khan's mouth.

"Okay, this drama is about to enter the final stage. Our goal has never been the War Moon, but this planet and its industrial capacity." Khan smiled. When the last imperial fleet that successfully broke through the siege crossed a non-existent boundary, Khan took out all the remaining divine crystals!

When these divine crystals turned into a vast torrent of divine power, they did not amplify the imperial fleet, nor did they become sharp swords shot at the Randan fleet. Instead, they flew to a certain point in the void. At this moment, a huge star map phantom rose from the vast sky. When the divine power was injected into the Traveler's star map, a blue light curtain enveloped the entire human fleet. Then the star map in the sky and the fleet it covered disappeared from the real universe!

"What's going on?" Everyone was stunned. Not only the Randan aliens, but even the Imperial Navy officers and soldiers themselves did not expect that they were in the war-torn physical universe just now, but in the blink of an eye, they entered a strange space. In just a few tens of seconds, when they reappeared in the real universe, the Randan fleet in front of them had disappeared, and instead, it was the Tentacles of Fear, an important naval base and industrial center of Randan.

As the Khan had predicted, the Randan Fleet had already committed all its mobile forces to the siege on the other side of the planet. Right now, this crucial planet's defenses were at their weakest. As luck would have it, the Far Traveler Star Chart had brought the entire fleet into low-Earth orbit on the other side of the planet! Thousands of warships aimed their cannons and beams at the planet's surface and its industrial ring!

"Destroy all these rings and push them toward the planet's surface!" The Khan gave the final attack order! In an instant, the entire Imperial fleet opened fire, unleashing a torrent of terrifying energy that gushed upon the nearly defenseless ring-shaped industrial zone. In an instant, hundreds of kilometers of rings crumbled under the assault of the entire Imperial fleet and forbidden weapons, then, propelled by a massive explosion, slammed into the ground! Meanwhile, the planet's defensive firepower had to contend not only with the Imperial fleet in space but also with the cascading industrial rings. Even blasted by the ferocious firepower, some of these fragments, some as large as battleships, smashed unhindered into the towering, endless industrial complexes on the ground, resembling a hive city.

Faced with the sudden fall of the industrial ring and the Empire's relentless firepower, the fate of Randan's second most important planet was sealed. The planet wailed in agony under the relentless onslaught. In a short period of time, hundreds of millions of Randans were slain. The subsequent torpedo rain shattered entire continental plates, piercing the crust and mantle. The planet's core, destabilized by the effects of forbidden weapons, erupted in magma from the Earth's core, destroying countless Randan cities and factories.

"This planet is finished. We've won," the Khan finally said happily, looking at the burning planet. At this moment, due to the deaths of hundreds of millions of Randan people, their dying wails were reflected along the Randan internal soul links to the main brain, the Supreme Main Brain, and even the Randan Overlord. This planet was too important. The Imperial fleet destroyed not only a major industrial base of the Randan civilization, but also billions, if not tens of billions of people. It also severely weakened the Randan alien's fortune.

At this moment, even the figure of Lord Randan paused slightly, and the Traveler seized this opportunity, and the spear in his hand once again left an irreparable wound on the opponent. While the opponent was temporarily unable to react, the Traveler turned into a blue light and disappeared from the battlefield, and the Endless Journey also withdrew from the battlefield. The two appeared in the human fleet, and as the Traveler once again tore open the curtain of the real universe and the subspace, the entire fleet disappeared from this galaxy, and then, this planet called the Tentacles of Terror, along with the industrial rings and satellites outside, were blown to pieces!

Chapter 281 Post-War Rest (5K)

"My Lord, you are now..." The projection of the Endless Journey appeared in the Tower of Light, and the Traveler sat wearily on the throne. Although he was stronger than the Randan Overlord, they were fighting on their own turf, so they were considered on the same level. The Randan Overlord was injured, and the Traveler was equally exhausted.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. I'll be fine after some rest," the Traveler said, looking up. "You, on the other hand, have worked hard." The Endless Journey's last attack had been against War Moon Number One and the Supreme Mastermind atop it. This time, facing this outsized entity, the Ran Dan Alien naturally resorted to similar tactics. The combination of two Supreme Masterminds and a massive War Moon put Endless Journey under immense pressure, leaving it in a far worse position than the Traveler.

"Although this guy is tricky, if I meet him next time, I can still hold him back." said Endless Journey.

"It's not that troublesome. The next time we meet, the battle will go very smoothly. Everything is ready. When we launch the attack, it will be a piece of cake." The traveler said with a smile.

"My Lord, the messengers of the Eldar gods are here." At this moment, the voice of a soul came from outside the hall.

"Let him wait a moment," said the traveler. "I have something else to do."

"I will obey your command, my lord." Outside the door, a gradually solidifying Warp creature turned and spoke to the Eldar messenger. "Please wait a moment, Your Excellency."

"Okay." Outside the hall, the two-faced messenger of Niadra nodded and said, then he carefully observed the messengers of God, or the "demons" of travelers, who were gradually taking shape in the Tower of Light.

"Your appearance reminds me of a famous ship designer in the history of human civilization. If I remember correctly, your name was Yellen before, and the current empire is still using many of the warships you designed?" asked Niyadra.

"Haha, this happened many years ago. I am really flattered that your Excellency remembers someone like me." The "middle-aged man" in front of him laughed.

"Civilization needs inheritance and guidance, and great people like you should be remembered by civilization and history," Niyadra said. The two then exchanged a few more pleasantries.

Becoming a god requires not only one's own efforts but also the support of their brothers. The Traveler is no different. Over countless reincarnations, he has gathered a sufficient number of souls. This was especially true when Slaanesh was born, plunging the entire galaxy into chaos. Not only did the Eldar suffer, but humanity as well... In this process, countless human worlds were destroyed. Even in the Traveler's most desperate moments, he never forgot to save the souls of those who were truly outstanding, and to provide them with a proper place. The Endless Journey and the Tower of Light, in a sense, served as a sanctuary for these souls.

Now, when the Traveler reaches godhood, these souls who have taken refuge in the Traveler will also be promoted, becoming divine agents attached to the Traveler. Essentially, they are no different from the Emperor's Bound Legions and the demons of the Warp. Regardless of whether they can fight, they generally pose no threat to their lives. At most, they can just go back and read their resurrection bar. In the future, if the Traveler wants to accomplish anything, whether in the Warp or in the real universe, they will largely rely on them. They can't just do everything themselves; that would be too low-brow.

Of course, in the future, as the Traveler ascends to godhood and his faith spreads widely among humanity, new divine messengers will inevitably emerge from the Traveler's kingdom. As the messenger of the Eldar gods, Nyadra possesses a profound vision, foreseeing the gradual emergence of a new pantheon. With the support of the gods of the Warp, human civilization has already transcended a bottleneck and is advancing to a higher level. A return to the peak of the Eldar is not impossible.

"Honorable Envoy, please follow me." Half an hour later, under the guidance of another envoy, Niyadra walked in the corridor. He could feel that the space here had become distorted under the divine power of the traveler. The actual volume of the entire space was much larger than what appeared from the outside. It could be seen as a space that had been repeatedly folded and compressed. Countless envoys of God had begun to transform. They each performed their duties in the temple, preparing for the upcoming upgrade.

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"Great Traveler, the first human to ascend to the gods. On behalf of the Eldar gods, I offer you my sincere greetings and blessings. At the same time, we have fulfilled our obligations as agreed before. The deadly constellations have been arranged, and the great forging god Val has been preserved. You can project the power of the gods into the real universe at any time." Niadra bowed when he met the traveler.

"Thank you for the help of the Eldar gods. We will also fulfill our obligations as agreed. I hope we can work closely together in the future to fight against the evil gods of Chaos." The traveler nodded.

In reality, after this great battle, the Traveler had also completed a higher-level transformation. His divine domain had taken shape, and could even be expanded at his will. However, the expansion of this divine domain was extremely exclusive. Previously, the Emperor and the avatars of the Eldar could descend upon the Tower of Light, but now, the Traveler's divine domain was difficult to admit to beings of similar rank. While other divine messengers were permitted entry, normally, true gods, not even their avatars, were prohibited. Beyond the domain's exclusion, it also involved respect for the true gods.

"Also, there is something important I need to inform you of." Niyadra said.

"What's the matter?" asked the traveler.

"Tzeentch lifted the curse of flesh and blood. At least on the divine level, the mutation of the Thousand Sons Legion has been resolved." Nyadra said.

"?!" The traveler was stunned at first. He didn't expect that the problem that he and the emperor had racked their brains over would be solved in this way. It was really unexpected.

"This variable is indeed a bit surprising, and I need to sort out some things from it," said the traveler.

"The great Emperor has also known about this matter. The long river of destiny has changed, and many variables have appeared in the future. My God has begun to look for the destiny. I hope you can also gain something from this great change." After saying this, Niadra bowed and said goodbye.

"This game is getting interesting." A smile played on the Traveler's lips. "Tzeentch ultimately made the choice that suited him best, not Chaos. With so little left in the Warp, he sought a larger share of the real universe." Drawing on his background knowledge of Tzeentch and his own status, the Traveler quickly deciphered his intentions. In fact, in the Traveler's view, the consequences of Tzeentch's actions were as significant as when he had tricked Magnus into venturing into the Webway. If Magnus's folly had shattered the Emperor's dreams and greatly weakened him, then in this dimension, Tzeentch's abandonment of the Curse of Flesh and Blood had the exact opposite effect.

It must be said that Tzeentch's actions and abilities are fully worthy of his godhood and credentials, making him a figure once feared and targeted by the other three evil gods. During the Heresy, Tzeentch inflicted the greatest damage to the Imperium, far surpassing even the other three. Not to mention the Webway's destruction, Tzeentch completely destroyed the most unique of the Space Marine Legions, the foundation of humanity's future psychic ascension, and the Legion most adept at combating demons!

But now, Tzeentch has chosen to abandon the interests of Chaos as a whole for his own benefit. He now wants a legion that can reside in the real universe for a long time to advance his plans and expand his faith. It is also to resist the covetousness of other evil gods.

"It's time for the Thousand Sons to make their plans. Unfortunately, I'm about to become a god," the Traveler said with some regret. If he had known earlier that Tzeentch would lift the Curse of Flesh and Blood in this way, he would have definitely made plans in advance to pull as many Thousand Sons as possible into the Imperial camp. But now, time is running out.

"Magnus and the Thousand Sons... what should I do?" The Traveler fell into deep thought. Magnus would be hard to escape Tzeentch's clutches, and the methods used against Fulgrim wouldn't work on him. This required further consideration. The officers and soldiers of the Thousand Sons Legion were a real problem, too arrogant and obsessed with self-interest and knowledge. In their hearts, they believed the Thousand Sons were the most promising of all the Legions, considering themselves not just warriors but scholars. In other words, they believed they represented the future of humanity, a claim not entirely wrong, but the waters were truly murky, and they couldn't grasp it.

In the background, the Thousand Sons undergo a sudden change. They were loyal at the time. But can they maintain their identity amidst the allure of knowledge and the machinations of Tzeentch? Faced with the Emperor's psychic restrictions, will their rebellious nature push them to Tzeentch's side? When they perceive themselves as being suppressed, yet simultaneously harbor the arrogance of believing themselves to be superior, their "I am right, you are all wrong" mentality will ultimately lead to their distortion. This is the most difficult aspect.

"These things still need to be done by the Emperor. I will do my own thing first, become a god as soon as possible, and then let my clone enter the real universe as soon as possible." The traveler decided to deal with the things at hand first.

"Connect with the Khan and the Angel. I need to make arrangements," the Traveler instructed.

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The so-called arrangement was just a psychic reminder in the minds of the two Primarchs that someone was coming. And then, after the two Primarchs entered the private space, the communication between them began.

"Before the war, we could still set foot in your territory, but now, this is the only way we can communicate?" In the Khan's mind, the Traveler was a giant, aglow with blue light, seated on a throne. He emanated a terrifying power, imbuing him with an inexplicable sense of pressure and respect. Yes, respect. No one told the Khan what he was facing, but he knew he owed him the respect he needed.

“Yes, that’s right,” the traveler responded.

"What do we do next? How is the battle between you and Lord Randan going?" asked Sanguinius.

"Lord Randan was injured by me. I had a certain advantage in the battle just now, but it was not enough. I need a suitable opportunity to severely damage Him." said the traveler.

"So, all we need to do is create this opportunity for you? Tell me what you want," Khan said.