Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Okay, then I'll go take care of the Thousand Sons Legion," said the Emperor.

"Father..." When the Emperor reappeared before Magnus, Magnus, despite the excruciating pain, saluted the Emperor. Although the Emperor had helped him clear the divine power, the damage had already been done. Thanks to Magnus's talent and superhuman physique, the remaining damage was still within his tolerance.

The Emperor approached with a cold expression, gently touching Magnus's head with one hand. With the influx of divine power, the Emperor temporarily suppressed the wounds within his soul. From the moment he touched Magnus through this method, the Emperor was astonished to discover that Magnus's soul was so fragmented, not because of the devastating blow of divine power. Multiple personalities dominated this body: Magnus's wisdom, ambition, thirst for knowledge, ruthlessness, and greed—these qualities, both good and bad, merged and clashed within his mind. Magnus's own personality controlled everything.

Within Magnus's spiritual ocean, the divine power of the Traveler quietly lingered in one corner, while on the other side, a black tentacle had already tightly grasped its prey. This was the bargain between Magnus and Tzeentch. From the moment the transaction began, the chains of fate and divine power had already firmly bound the prey. Faced with this situation, the Emperor could only shake his head helplessly.

"Feeling better?" The Emperor's expression remained stern and serious, but his words betrayed a deep concern. Compared to the other Primarchs chosen by the evil god, the one the Emperor most desired to save was Magnus. Not only because of his importance, but also because he most resembled his scholarly side. If it weren't for humanity's unprecedented crisis, neither the Emperor nor the Traveler would have been so willing to step forward, for worldly glory and power meant very little to them.

"Much better, father." Magnus felt the power that had entered his soul suddenly dissipate, which made him overjoyed. He once again marveled at his father's great strength and power. He was also very grateful to the Emperor for saving the situation. If the Emperor had arrived even a little later, the entire Legion and Prospero would have been severely damaged!

"Sit down," the Emperor said, gesturing to a seat next to him. His mood was surprisingly relaxed. If the Traveler hadn't revealed the details, he would have been furious and would have physically assaulted his own offspring without hesitation. But now, after experiencing this incident and knowing Magnus's future, the Emperor had come to terms with it. While fate was already sealed, He still wanted his offspring to get along better during their time together. Furthermore, he still had the opportunity to "rescue" a smaller Magnus in the future.

"Do you think you are powerful enough and can do anything?" asked the Emperor.

"Father, I was wrong..." Magnus said in shame.

"Do you think, with me here, everything will be alright?" The Emperor sighed softly. "As the instigator, you have escaped unscathed, but today, over two hundred Legionaries and psychic servants have perished at your hands, and over five dozen more have been affected. All because of your ambition and naiveté! You have caused your Legion to suffer immense losses. What are your thoughts on this matter?"

"Father, I will never dare to do it again. I am very sad about the casualties of my descendants. I will follow your teachings and be cautious in the future." Magnus said.

"Hmph..." The Emperor could sense the shame and humiliation of failure emanating from Magnus' heart. His ambition was temporarily suppressed, or perhaps even frightened. But his ambition and arrogance were like weeds, scorched by fire and reborn by the spring breeze. The Emperor didn't believe even half of what he said!

"I have seen the Guardian Spirits of your Legion," the Emperor said. "Magnus, I swear on your behalf that from now on, no Legionnaire shall have a Guardian Spirit! Period!"

"Father, they are friendly Warp creatures. They can help my children fight better and learn the knowledge of the Warp." Magnus exclaimed.

"My experience is far beyond yours, my child. I have seen those hypocritical beings in the Warp who want to devour your flesh and soul all the time. Every gift they give is filled with hidden poison. Believe me, Magnus, those so-called guardian spirits are so evil, you must swear to me!" The Emperor's tone was so firm that even Magnus could hear it. There was no room for maneuver.

"Father..." Magnus knelt on the ground in silence. After a moment, "I swear that there will be no more Warp guardian spirits in my Legion. I promise!"

"Very good, Magnus." A smile crossed the Emperor's face, seeming quite pleased with Magnus's performance. "It is not good to keep you and your Legion in Prospero forever. I know you wish to join the Randan War and that you are deeply interested in the knowledge it holds. But now, due to your recklessness and foolishness, you need to rest for a while, but your descendants should join this great campaign. I hope that your descendants can be divided into several small teams and join the various Legions to help them resolve any difficulties they may encounter."

"As you wish, my father." Magnus happily agreed to the Emperor's command. While war was less of a concern than research and knowledge, Magnus always considered his Legion to be a scholarly enterprise. Therefore, he prioritized the gathering of knowledge and data over conquest. Yet, in the entire galaxy, what enemy could rival the Randan xenos? Magnus greatly desired their knowledge... The Randan xenos must be destroyed, but Magnus believed their knowledge should not be lost, but rather preserved in his great library for study and use.

Although he was injured in an accident this time, he trusted his descendants and believed that they could complete the task better.

"Then prepare yourself," the Emperor nodded, pleased with Magnus's response.

"Father, I will recover as quickly as possible and then join the Great Crusade to make up for my mistakes and the losses I have caused," said Magnus.

"My child, the galaxy and the Warp are so dark, hiding too many terrifying enemies and dangerous wills. Never believe any whispers from the Warp. They are malicious and want to devour everything we have and cherish at all times. Do not try to communicate with the beings in the Warp, even if they can solve the problem you care about most, do not communicate and do not believe their words." The Emperor said earnestly.

"Father, it seems you already know what I've done?" Suddenly, Magnus felt as if he had no secrets left in front of the Emperor. His past, his taboos, his journeys into the Warp, all seemed exposed before his father's gaze. He was shocked; he couldn't understand how his father knew these secrets. Of course, none of this mattered now; all he needed to do was to show his obedience and submission.

"As you command, Father." Magnus bowed his head again.

"Don't blame me for being harsh, Magnus. You are still too young. There's nothing wrong with pursuing knowledge, but prematurely being exposed to knowledge beyond your expectations can lead to very serious consequences. I warned you not to try to peek into that war. You didn't even know the true nature of the warring parties, yet you dared to steal their power. How dangerous would that be?"

"You and your Legion are special, carrying a unique mission. I wish nothing to happen to you." The Emperor knew his words had limited effect, and even that some things had already happened and were difficult to undo. But He knew that due to the unique nature of Magnus's soul, if the time came to part ways, more soul fragments would side with Him, forming a new Magnus.

"That will be alright, then. Let me see how you and your Legion have recovered during this time." The Emperor's clone did not leave immediately, but decided to wander around. He knew that Tzeentch had erased the Curse of Flesh and Blood, which meant that the Thousand Sons no longer had this curse on a divine level. As for what remained, it was nothing more than genetic and psychic damage, which was not a big problem for the Emperor.

When the Thousand Sons Legion's fate is no longer complete destruction, the Emperor and the Traveler, as high-ranking officials, need to consider how to save more Thousand Sons Legion officers and soldiers from Tzeentch. In order to achieve this goal, the Emperor needs to exert his influence on the Legion.

"I will stay by your side, father." Magnus said as he stood up with difficulty.

"No, you should rest well." The Emperor stood up, comforted Magnus, and then walked towards the gate. Ultimately, He chose not to impose strict punishment on Magnus. Partly because the Great Crusade still required the Thousand Sons and their Primarch, and partly because the true superiors were biding their time. Under the current circumstances, neither the Emperor nor Tzeentch would take any action that would overstep the bounds. Tzeentch was weaving his web of conspiracy, and the Emperor was also considering countermeasures.

"The Thousand Sons are a complex bunch." After inspecting the entire Prospero incident, the Thousand Sons Legion left the Emperor with a very mixed impression. The Thousand Sons were loyal and honorable, that was undeniable. They pursued glory and were willing to join humanity's Great Crusade. They feared death and were willing to sacrifice themselves for victory. They were also relatively friendly to mortals, though their interactions were fraught with arrogance and pride. But they were still far superior to some legions.

But at the same time, their arrogance and excessive pursuit of knowledge make them far more dangerous than some others. After all, the average Space Marine is armed only with a chainsword and a bolter, while if these mages do something, they could bring down a horde of demons! Their arrogance and self-importance are extremely dangerous, and also make them more susceptible to being deceived.

What makes the Emperor even more uneasy is that in pursuit of knowledge, these legionnaires who originally respected mortals very much might even consider sacrificing mortal lives to do certain things. Sacrifice in war is inevitable, and cannon fodder is also common. Even at certain times, the superiors will encounter such things. There is always a time when one needs to risk one's life. Not to mention the Emperor, travelers have never lacked the opportunity to risk their lives.

However, there's a fundamental difference between battlefield needs and someone sacrificing innocent lives to explore secrets. If the Thousand Sons of the Future truly arrived and sacrificed a planet for their own research, then they'd be truly hopeless. And the most crucial problem is, they still don't believe they're wrong! (Every second of Magnus and Horus's "psychic call" in the background costs a psyker's life.)

If this kind of thinking gradually develops, it will lead to indifference towards life and fellow humans, followed by a feeling of superiority and dominance, coupled with their own arrogance and pride, and their spirit and all virtues will be distorted. The Emperor believed that if he wanted to pull more of the Thousand Sons Legion from Tzeentch's conspiracy in the future, He must "educate" these guys.

"Ahriman, Ohmzod, it's your turn," the Emperor thought to himself. The once destined Chosen of Tzeentch had long since escaped his original fate. Through the combined influence of the Gods of Order, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, Ahriman had been successfully transformed from a champion of the Thousand Sons, a Chosen of the Dark Lord, into an outstanding Servant of the Emperor. His younger brother had also escaped death and become a Servant of the Emperor.

Back then, the Emperor's method of reconquering Ahriman was simple. This master of psychic powers pursued boundless knowledge, convinced he was transcendental and destined to become one of the guiding lights of human civilization. Even in the face of the Emperor, Ahriman displayed absolute confidence. Until, the Emperor presented him with a math problem... Ahriman was stunned. He was a master of psychic powers, but not a mathematician. Even if the Emperor gave him the answer, he simply couldn't fathom the underlying process.

“People can do a lot of things when they are pushed to the limit, but math is not one of them, because if you don’t know math, you really don’t know it!”

The Emperor then took the opportunity to spice things up, explaining to Ahriman that the construction of a psychic array required the dual application of the power of the Warp and the laws of reality. How could this be possible without math? You wouldn't want the entire array to be blown up because of a miscalculated parameter, would you? Under this dual test of math and knowledge, Ahriman finally realized his place in the universe. Compared to those titans, he was truly just a slightly larger shrimp. Now Ahriman had learned humility, and it was time for him to shine!

Chapter 287 Professor A starts class

In the warp, a huge Glorious-class battleship, the Void Seeker, was traveling alone through the waves of the warp. On the bridge of the battleship, a blue light shone. Wherever the light reached, the evils in the warp retreated, and the originally surging psychic tides were also tamed. The huge battleship cut through the thorns and chanted the name of mankind in the void and the physical universe.

"Brother, the first phase of the great battle has come to an end, and our God has won." In a secret room in the bridge, under the protection of countless runes and magic circles, the Emperor's servant Ohmzod was discussing with his brother something that must never be known to outsiders.

"Yes, the great traveler defeated the Lord of Randan in this crucial battle. Not only did he severely damage it both materially and spiritually, reducing the fortune of Randan civilization, but he also severely damaged the authority of the Lord of Randan." Ahriman responded.

"Has the Randan Overlord's authority been severely damaged?" Omzod asked in surprise. "How did you know this? Even with the blessings of the Divine Emperor and the Traveler, and even though the Randan Overlord has been severely weakened, we still cannot perceive His condition through prophecy and psychic power!"

As the Emperor's servants, these lucky chosen individuals actually have a closer relationship with the Emperor and the Traveler than the Grey Knights do with the Emperor in the background. The Grey Knights merely borrowed part of the Emperor's genetic code. The Emperor provided them with only genetic sequences and psychic powers.

But the Emperor's attendants were different. Because the Emperor and the Traveler were destined to become gods, the Emperor and the Traveler bestowed upon them not only genes and psychic energy, but also a connection to destiny and divine power. This was a contract signed between them and the two gods. The Emperor's attendants, both believers and descendants, could sense the shift in their allegiance.

Therefore, at this point, Omzod had begun privately addressing the Emperor and the Traveler as "God-Emperor" and "My God." This statement was not inaccurate, after all, the time remaining until the Traveler's final ascent was likely measured in days. However, as Omzod had said, even as divine messengers, they could not reveal the state of the Randan Overlord through prophecy. The disparity in status was too great.

"Of course, I can't determine a god's state through psychic prophecy," Ahriman said, smiling and shaking his head. "But judging by the current situation of the Randan Legion, I can make an analysis. After the battle, the psychic communication between the Randan main brains has experienced multiple pauses and confusion, something that would never have occurred before. And on the battlefield, the Randan Legion also showed signs of panic, fear, and shrinking back, something that was previously unimaginable. This is because under the psychic control system composed of Overlord, Supreme Main Brain, and Main Brain, many of the Randan people's emotions and stress reactions have been eliminated. They are like a group of thinking puppets, controlled by their superiors. They have no sense of self."

"Randan Overlord was severely wounded. The mental backlash was only one aspect of it, but it also meant that there was a serious problem with the top-down system. Randan Overlord could no longer maintain control over the entire civilization. He had to give up some of his authority to reduce the pressure on himself. Or perhaps, this blow was enough to plunge him into deeper chaos. We all know the process of Randan Overlord's birth, and this process was full of hidden dangers."

"And in the recent secret battles and assassinations of the Mastermind, we could also sense its confusion and weakness. This was a collapse from top to bottom," Ahriman said affirmatively.

The duties of the Emperor's Retinues were heavy and complex. Sometimes they served as navigators, guiding the fleet's voyages. They also served as bodyguards and advisors to the Primarch, ensuring his safety and handling the affairs of the Legion. Other times, they served as the Emperor's representatives, entering specific sectors and coordinating various relationships.

Ahriman and Ohmzod's missions were relatively simple, focusing on exploration and assassination. They would search for and recover treasures left behind by former human and alien civilizations, or undertake dangerous assassination missions, such as those targeting the Randan Mastermind or the powerful Soul Eater.

Randan Overminds often aren't always stationed on war moons. Depending on the mission, they might be deployed aboard a warship, within a planetary fortress, or elsewhere. These terrifying psionic masters, commanders, and formidable generals constantly inflict heavy casualties on the Imperial Legion. Ahriman and Ohmzod, along with the specially modified Splendor-class battleship Void Seeker, carry out such missions. With their forces comprised of Custodes, Space Marines, Psykers, Sisters of Silence, and Titans, three Overminds have already fallen at the hands of Ahriman and his forces!

Within the Chamber of the Acolytes, Ahriman and his men were reverently hailed as the Emperor's most elite assassins. Even the more skilled Custodians, known for their assassination prowess, treated Ahriman with respect. After all, Ahriman was genetically closer to the Emperor than they were, and his abilities were unmatched among the common Custodians. (Without the Sisters of Silence, the Custodians were still quite vulnerable against powerful psykers. During the Battle of Prospero, a Thousand Sons Captain, using Overdrive, quickly dispatched four Custodians before ultimately succumbing to the flesh-mutation.)

Some even predicted that if Ahriman so desired, he could become the first Grand Master of the Assassin's House, a branch of the Court of Acolytes that the Emperor would soon establish. This would be a great honor for an Emperor's Acolytes, as only those with exceptional skills and achievements in a particular area could be given the title of Master.

However, during a gathering between the Emperor and His attendants, when the Emperor asked Ahriman about his future plans, Ahriman replied that he could be the Emperor's sword and was willing to be the Emperor's sword, but he wanted to be a disseminator and recorder of knowledge.

"I would rather be called Professor Ahriman than an Assassin Mentor. Of course, if you need me to, I will take on this responsibility." Ahriman said to the Emperor at the time.

The Emperor's response surprised Professor Ahriman. "As a reward for your contributions to humanity and the Imperium, you can naturally choose your own work within certain limits. You can be a professor, but you must be prepared, as some students may not be so obedient." The Emperor not only agreed, but also spoke meaningfully. Ahriman was not sure what this meant, but now, he would soon receive his first batch of students! From the Legion he once belonged to, Ahriman would teach them how to fight, how to grow, and how to build their mental and moral character!

The Emperor's mission had been dispatched. Ahriman and Ohmzod were to travel to the headquarters of Ferrus's Legion, where the Iron Hands, Ultramarines, and Raven Guard were concentrated. Reinforcements from the Thousand Sons had also departed, providing auxiliary support to the three Legions. Ahriman's team was tasked with instructing these Thousand Sons and training the psykers of the three Legions. With the majority of the Space Wolves accompanying the Traveler on the expedition and the rest of the forces resting, the three Legions were significantly outmatched in terms of psionic prowess.

The two didn't dwell on the Randan Overmind for long. After all, even in a "safe house," discussing a god wasn't foolproof. A brief chat and an assessment of the current situation were all that was needed, and then they turned their attention to teaching their former comrades. Ahriman wasn't particularly embarrassed. After all, after the repeated purges by the Curse of Flesh and Blood, only a few of the Old Spys recognized him. His information had also been processed, and after becoming the Emperor's servants, they had undergone significant changes, both mentally and physically. Under the protection of the Emperor and the Traveler, it would be virtually impossible for ordinary psykers to discover their pasts through prophecies. Furthermore, with the psychic adjustments to their appearance, such as the use of masks, it would be surprising if the other party could recognize them.

"So many years have passed. Even with the return of the Primarch, the mental outlook of our former Legion has not changed at all. We are still as arrogant, proud and undisciplined as before. Just like us back then." Omzod sighed after reading the information.

"No, they are worse than we were before. The return of the Primarch did not teach them humility, prudence and self-restraint. Lord Magnus is just as unscrupulous in the face of this dark universe. He thinks he is powerful enough and has done many things beyond his ability. Our mission is to correct their thinking," said Ahriman.

"But we former colleagues will eventually return to the Primarch's side," said Ohmzod.

"That is the business of the Great God-Emperor and the Traveler. They know the evils in the Warp and will take precautions. All we need to do is carry out their orders." Ahriman said firmly.

"So, what do we do now?" asked Ohmzod.

"We need to first observe the performance of these students and make a correct assessment of their level. Then we need to make them aware of their own shortcomings. After all, they are facing Ran Dan. Even if Ran Dan is severely injured, they are still terrifying enemies. These guys may have some level of psychic power, but they have not seen the true darkness of the galaxy and will definitely have various problems. We need to make them aware of their shallowness and fragility, and then we can teach them according to their aptitude." Ahriman said.

Despite Ahriman's remarkable military exploits, each victory came at a significant cost for him and his colleagues. Losses of 3% of his psychics in a single battle were not uncommon, and the number of Space Marines and Sisters of Silence who accompanied him was frequently replaced. The number of war machines destroyed was incalculable. Through repeated trials of blood and fire, Ahriman learned humility and caution. His former arrogance was eroded by the repeated baptisms of war. Once on the battlefield, Ahriman's primary concern was simply how to complete the Emperor's mission and ensure the survival of himself and his colleagues.

"Okay, brother, then should we go and see the Primarch first?" asked Ohmzod.

"Of course it is necessary, but Lord Clarkes is out on a mission right now, so there should only be Ferrus and Master Guilliman in the base camp. By the way, maybe we can still see Ramon. I've heard a lot of rumors about him recently. He claimed that after accompanying Master Guilliman for a long time, he almost forgot how to hold a sword because he held a quill for too long." Ahriman said jokingly.

The relationships among the Emperor's retainers were generally good. After all, these individuals were truly capable, and there was no chance of them being fake. The retainers carried out challenging missions, and they understood the importance of having reliable companions. Furthermore, the Emperor's retainers were relatively few in number, and most of the time, they were scattered throughout the galaxy carrying out missions. Seeing other colleagues was often difficult, so if they could meet up, catching up and chatting would strengthen their relationships.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. Even if this guy holds a branch, he's still a top-notch swordsman." Omzod's face was a little unhappy. He had lost to this guy in a sword fight before. Ahriman's comment at the time was, "Why would a wizard like you engage in close combat?" This deeply hurt Omzod's heart once again...

"Okay, let's prepare ourselves. I'll revise the psychic tutorial I wrote. I must ensure that every one of my students can understand the profound principles and taboos contained therein. And you, my brother, you also need to go and inspect our equipment." Ahriman ordered.

"Ahriman, you have finally achieved your dream of becoming a professor." Ohmzod stood up and said.

"So what kind of person do you want to be?" Ahriman asked with a smile. "If I can, I will help you."

“I want to be a recorder, a traveler, and a collector,” Omzod said.

"Huh?!" Ahriman's heart tightened. "You're not still communicating with that thief named Tasin, are you? Damn it! The next time I see him, I'll smash his iron head!" Ahriman jumped up and angrily scolded the Figure King for leading his brother astray!

"Brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'm leaving." Omzod escaped from Ahriman's sight with a teleportation, leaving Ahriman furious at the air!

"I'm under too much pressure." Ahriman sighed. As the Emperor's attendant, he knew many secrets about the galaxy and the warp, including many forbidden pasts. This also made him feel powerless about certain things. For example, Trazyn was a purely unpredictable guy. Can you imagine this guy going through layers of security and sentries just to carve "I've been here" on the wall?

"This guy is sick!" Ahriman said hatefully.

Chapter 288 The Ambitious Thousand Sons Legion

"Fusis Ta Ka, I'm genuinely surprised to see you. If I remember correctly, you and Amon were responsible for that ceremony, along with the Primarch. And now Amon is still lying in bed, and you've been chosen for this expedition," Carlofus said with some surprise as he looked at his colleague who had arrived at his room. (This guy was the tough guy who controlled the Titan during the Battle of Prosper.)

"Thanks to the Emperor's blessing, I was fortunate to have escaped this catastrophe," Fuxis Ta. Ka said with shame. This incident was a serious one, fortunately prevented by the Emperor. However, for a Captain of the Academy and a Templar lecturer of the Psychic Faction, it was undoubtedly a deeply humiliating matter. Because of this mistake, he regrettably missed out on the leadership of this squadron. Ultimately, the position fell to Captain Carlofus of the Sixth Academy, and Fuxis had come here to report to him.

"Thank you for calling, Fuxis Ta. Ka." Fuxis sighed and said resignedly.

"Although I'm happy that you said that. But after all, we are brothers, comrades-in-arms, and equals who can discuss academic matters. Let's forget about the past unpleasantness. Now there are new tasks waiting for us. Although this time we are asked to assist the friendly forces, I think we should make the name of the Thousand Sons Legion famous among the stars." Carlofus stood up, patted his friend on the shoulder, and said ambitiously.

"Yes, the Thousand Sons Legion has been silent for too long in the mighty Great Crusade, so many people have forgotten that there is an outstanding legion like us composed of scholars and psychics. Although we have experienced the disaster of the Curse of Flesh and Blood, the scale of our legion is not very large now, but we should indeed announce our return through victory after victory." Fuxisi agreed deeply.

"So, I have a plan here. This time, we will be sending a total of 3000 legionnaires to the Iron Hands, Ultramarines and Raven Guard. We will assign some of them to other legions as auxiliary forces to provide psychic assistance to friendly forces. There are about 600 of these people. The remaining 2400 people are also a strong force. I hope we can demonstrate our capabilities in front of our brother legions in an organized manner." Carlofus said, handing a data tablet to Fuhis.

The Thousand Sons Legion remains small, having previously accidentally lost a number of its troops. And while the Thousand Sons are renowned for their psychic abilities, not all of them are mages; the vast majority are ordinary legionaries. While they send high-performing psykers to other divisions for support, the majority of the remaining troops still have to fight head-on like the other legions.

"But we only have 2400 people. We can't undertake combat missions in a certain direction alone. We must get help from other legions." Before coming, Fuxis had read a lot of information about the Randan aliens. He had some understanding of Randan, and some of the war history was even more shocking to him. Think about it, thousands or even tens of thousands of Space Marines may be lost in a few days. No matter how arrogant one is, he would not dare to say that 2400 people can hold up a line.

"I'm certainly aware of that," Carlos said sternly. "So, we'll submit a request to Ferrus to allow us to fight alongside the other Legions. All we have to do is outperform our allies." How can we demonstrate our superiority? Besides crushing the enemy, the obvious choice is to kill more enemies than our allies. Only by comparing ourselves can we demonstrate our superiority. Furthermore, based on various sources, Lord Ferrus is a Primarch of considerable ambition and strategy. He certainly wouldn't refuse.

"Shouldn't we consider adding some personnel from other legions to the legion?" asked Fuxisi.

"We can arrange some officers and soldiers from other legions to serve as observers, but I still hope to maintain the purity of the legion when performing missions," said Carlos.

"The Randan alien army is stronger than we expected. Even though we brought a large number of spire guards this time, I feel that our long-range firepower may still not be enough." said Fuxis.

"You've forgotten, Fuxisi, I'm the Templar of the Fire Phoenix School. With me here, there's no shortage of firepower." A bright flame erupted from Carlofus's hand. "I once destroyed eight Knight Titans in a single battle. A few dozen of us wiped out a rebellious Knight family," Carlofus said confidently.

His confidence was tempered by battle. For him and his firepower-crazed men, dismantling tanks by hand was no longer enough to prove their strength. Knight Titans and super-heavy tanks were their proper targets. Carlofus had even single-handedly taken out Warhound-class war machines. Consequently, his journal utterly disdained the heavy, slow-moving heavy weapons. Of course, Carlofus considered himself to have sufficient respect for the Randan aliens, and this time he had brought along a large number of Spire Guards as support.

"The combat effectiveness of the Spire Guards can help us solve many problems, but the combat effectiveness of our legion is still insufficient. I have reservations about your plan." said Fuxis.

"Okay, let me tell you another piece of news. In this operation, we have also received the full support of the Order of Destruction. A total of 600 Psionic Fortress Star Mechas manufactured by the Legion and the Forge World Zhao.Akada will also be added to our combat sequence. They are more powerful than the common combat robots of the Mechanicus, and there will be senior people from the Order of Destruction to plan our support firepower. Our support firepower is not our weakness, but our strength. We will let other legions know what true precision means. Our attack is not only mathematically accurate, but also numerologically accurate." Carlofus said confidently.

Despite its limited size, it's clear that this Thousand Sons Legion is comprised of its elite troops. Beyond the Thousand Sons' standard nine Institute Companies, there are three specialized organizations: the Order of Destruction, the Order of the Jackal, and the Order of the Blind. The Order of the Jackal defines the boundary between life and death (the Apothecaries). The Order of the Blind is responsible for espionage and reconnaissance. And the Order of Destruction, as its name suggests, specializes in bringing destruction to thorny enemies! Closely tied to the Mechanicus, they often craft unusual but deadly tactics. They also specialize in fire support and calculations, though these methods involve not only mathematical calculations but also psychic divination.

"Well, it's good news for us to have the full cooperation of the Order of Destruction. But if possible, I still hope we can get some reinforcements from Titans. Although these guys don't match our tactics, they are tough enough and have strong firepower." Fuxis thought for a while and said.

What is the Thousand Sons' combat system like? Generally speaking, they rely heavily on psionics. The Raven School specializes in psionic perception, the Phoenix School focuses on explosives, the Bright Feather School buffs its own troops and debuffs its enemies. The Owl School is a master of telepathic psychics, able to interpret the enemy's thoughts and command and control the entire legion through psionic links. The Falcon School is a group of psychics who primarily raise shields or use psychic spells to rip the enemy to shreds.

Before a battle, have the Black Crow School divine their enemy's actions. Without interruption or surprises, this essentially opens up the entire map. The Sky Owl School then formulates a plan based on the divination. Capturing a few tongues is even better, allowing them to interrogate the enemy. Next, have the Falcon School raise their shields, the Bright Feather School buff their own troops, and then the Fire Phoenix School fire away.

The mortal auxiliaries and elite Spire Guards led the troops in carrying out missions such as fire support, armored assaults, and occupations. If they encountered a tough opponent, they could also employ the various robots of the Order of Destruction. That was basically it. Overall, the Thousand Sons, though relatively small in number, were nonetheless a legion, and most of their previous battles had been relatively smooth sailing. Relying on unpredictable psychic powers, their combat methods were incredibly unique, even infuriating many allies, especially the ordinary mortal auxiliaries.

Later, while the fleet was sailing, the commanders of the Thousand Sons Expeditionary Force formulated a battle plan and contacted the Legion. Their information and requests were delivered to Ferrus and Guilliman. Faced with such a friendly force from the mysterious Legion, the two Primarchs and their staff fell into deep thought.

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"I see arrogance and conceit in this plan. A force of less than 2000 people actually wants to rely on its own strength to take on a defense line that requires at least 7000 elite legions to maintain a stable defense. Although the Randan aliens have been greatly weakened for some reasons, we are attacking one of their core planets." Ferrus said with some displeasure.

"The Thousand Sons is a legion based on psychic powers. Their way of fighting is very different from ours. Perhaps they do have their own unique features?" Guilliman was a little unsure.

"Vice-Vice-Vice-President Ramon, what are your thoughts on this matter?" Ferrus looked at Ramon, the Emperor's Vice-President standing beside Guilliman. Ferrus already knew Ramon's identity, so he spoke with due respect. Partly because Ramon represented the Emperor, and partly because he was truly exceptional, with a good character and temper.

"The Thousand Sons Legion is indeed renowned for its psychic powers, but their decision was indeed overconfident. Psychic powers are not omnipotent. They overestimated themselves and underestimated their opponents," Ramon said without hesitation. Even if Ramon wasn't considered one of the top psychic masters among the Emperor's retainers, he was still stronger than 99.9% of the Thousand Sons sorcerers! With his greater knowledge and broader perspective, Ramon concluded that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Thousand Sons Legion would be doomed.

"So, we have to consider helping our allies solve the problem this time?" Ferrus's face became even more impatient. After all, it was a good thing for the allies to help, but it would be bad if they became a burden on the battlefield.

"My colleagues will handle this matter. The Void Seeker will arrive soon. My colleague and his subordinates will participate in this battle and will be responsible for the management and training of the Thousand Sons Legion. Therefore, we can guarantee that your plan will not be affected by these reckless people." Ramon said.

"That's good," Ferrus nodded. "It seems our brother and his legion are indeed highly regarded. Even the famous Void Seeker has come."

Ahriman is a celebrity in certain tomes. Even Primarchs like Ferrus, who participated in the Randan War, have heard of him and his unit. This unit is extremely secretive, consisting of only one warship. It is said to be one of the first Splendor-class battleships built by the Space Wolves. They often carry out extremely dangerous and specialized missions.

The basic mechanism was this: when the Primarchs encountered a difficult problem, they would submit a request to the Imperial Chamberlain. If this request was granted, Ahriman and his troops would arrive. The Chamberlain would request the Legion's cooperation based on the battlefield situation. They would dispatch a liaison officer to the Legion's front lines, having the officer contain the enemy or launch a feint attack, while Ahriman would seize the opportunity to directly decapitate the target. The three Elder Brains' combat record had made them a closely guarded secret among certain high-ranking Legion officials. This time, their presence for this very reason truly surprised Ferrus. To put it bluntly, this was a lesson!

"Will the Void Seekers' forces then fight directly alongside the Thousand Sons?" asked Guilliman.

"As far as I know, not really. He still wants to see how the other player performs first and then teach him accordingly," Ramon said.

"So what is his code name this time?" asked Ferrus. Void Seekers was the name given to this force by the Legion Primarch, but in every battle, they would have other code names, such as Faceless Ones, Eradicators, and so on.

"This time, my partner calls himself a professor. He plans to open a school, and the school is ready to enroll students," Ramon said. "And he's enrolling students from the legions of the Primarchs."

"That's good news. Although my men are resistant to psychic powers, it's all necessary," Ferrus said with satisfaction. The Emperor had issued a last-minute order to recruit from other Legions, as the Iron Hands' psychic disadvantage had left him somewhat uneasy. Ahriman had a new mission, and he might even remain with the Iron Hands for a while. The Battle of Randán was drawing to a close, and the future of the Great Crusade looked bright!