Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Can my brothers be saved?" Rus said with difficulty.

"......." The traveler was speechless. He thought, you're such a grown man, and you're still talking nonsense! If it were possible to save him, wouldn't the Emperor and I have already done it?

"This is fate, my brother. Some are destined to rebel. This is determined by the malice in the warp and certain other causes and conditions. Even your father and I can't do anything about it. Some of these traitors may still have a chance, but most have no chance at all. So Russ, don't reveal certain things too early. After all, once your actions affect fate, once certain beings realize certain things, then the future will develop in a direction beyond our familiarity, and that will be even worse."

"Russ, you still need to grow up. You need to truly use your brain to think about problems, rather than becoming a tool, a tool that does whatever others tell you to do. Also, don't act impulsively based on your personal likes and dislikes. An overly emotional person will be exploited, and you are one of them. Your trust and affection for Horus, and your dislike for Magnus, contributed to the tragedy of Prospero. And your stubbornness and so-called persistence led to the decline of the Space Wolves."

"Rus, you should listen to advice sometimes. Many of your brothers are superior to you. You should learn from their strengths and ways of thinking. Don't constantly pretend to be a barbarian king. If you keep up that disguise for too long, you'll become one, and the empire needs people with brains," the traveler said. In fact, even a god wouldn't know how much Rus would listen to him, or how much he could improve.

"But I will not remain indifferent to tragedy," Ruth said.

"So, when you leave, you will temporarily forget what I just said until you need it." said the traveler.

".......That's really unreasonable." Ruth said somewhat embarrassedly.

"This world, this galaxy, is inherently unreasonable," the traveler sighed. "Russ, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. The future is still a long way off, and right now, your most important priorities are to care for your legion, govern your fiefdom, listen to your subjects, and bring them stability and glory. If you can't even do these things well, then let alone anything else."

"That's Guilliman's business. He's a natural ruler, a man who can replace the Sigillite, and he's also an excellent commander," Russ said. "I prefer to be a warrior, a general."

"Well... Guilliman is not a good military commander. It can even be said that, to some extent, his actions have led to serious consequences." The Traveler said a little embarrassedly, and then he told Russ his memories of the ceremony.

"By the Emperor! Guilliman has achieved what the traitors failed to do!" Russ clenched his fists in shock. "How could he offer such a vile suggestion? The Legion is our pride, our everything. The Legion is the Imperium of Mankind's strongest weapon and its most steadfast support." Russ's opinion of Guilliman immediately plummeted several notches.

"Actually, this is an overreaction," the Traveler said. "Let's go back to your previous question. You want to be a general, fine. But think about the worlds that follow you. Are you willing to abandon them? They support you, but you can't bring them prosperity and happiness. You've failed them! Giving them a better future is your responsibility. Russ, don't shy away from the responsibilities you should shoulder. You're running away, and an evader won't get far."

The traveler raised a hand and a blue light fell on Russ.

"Feel the expectations and wishes of your subjects. You are their king and their leader. You need to fulfill your responsibilities. Their beliefs are also the source of your strength," said the traveler.

Ultimately, the Traveler granted Rus a special blessing. Through this blessing, Russ could absorb a portion of faith and transform it into his own strength. Of course, since faith also has the ability to pollute the mind, if the mind is not strong enough, or if there is no godhead, the public's faith will gradually distort and accept the existence of faith. Therefore, the Traveler's buff for Rus allowed him to accept a certain amount of faith, and the amount of faith absorbed could be adjusted according to Rus's mental strength. Although this blessing was not enough to launch Rus on the path to godhood, it was another trump card for Rus to awaken the essence of the Warp. As for the future, whether Rus could achieve godhood through the concept of the King of the Fenrisians was a matter for the future.

"Rus, you should not be just a general. Be brave enough to step out of your comfort zone. Only in this way can you see a wider world." said the traveler.

"Well, I obey you, my brother. I will be a king and the father of the legion," said Rus.

"No, that's not enough," the Traveler said, shaking his head. "You need to do more. You should be a learned scholar. Your path should be broader. Listen to me, Russ. Take this opportunity to search your trophy vault and find a tank STC template. You should know what kind of tank the Empire needs. Understand this template, then combine the Empire's needs with your own technology and wisdom to modify it and make it your own! And finally, name this tank after yourself," the Traveler said.

"Okay, I'll do it." This time, Ruth was very obedient. "We'll meet again, right?"

"Yes, we'll meet again," the traveler said, nodding and smiling. "Then we'll fight side by side against the darkest existence in the galaxy!"

"I'm looking forward to this day." A smile appeared on Ruth's face.

Chapter 301 Leman Russ's Leman Russ Tank

"I can only help you up to this point. I hope you can leave a significant mark in the history of the Mortal Legion's equipment." Looking at Russ who was leaving, the traveler couldn't help but sigh.

If you were to ask what Russ left behind after the Heresy, what was his most valuable legacy? Was it the lone Space Wolves Chapter, devoid of any Chapters? Or was it the glimmer of humanity and courage, embodied by Logan, evident in the Warhammer 40 Dark Universe? These are all Russ's legacy, but for this Primarch, known for his barbaric ways and his barbaric ways, his greatest contribution was the discovery of a set of STCs.

That's the Leman Russ heavy tank, the most widely deployed main battle tank in the Imperial Guard, named after its Primarch! This tank, known for its ruggedness, durability, versatility, and excellent production capabilities, has become the core of the Imperial Guard's armored forces. Whether in the sustained, intense battles against the Orks on Armageddon, the clashes between Cadia and the demonic forces, or even the face of the Hive Roller, wherever the Imperial Guard exists, there's a Leman Russ tank! Countless Leman Russ tanks across the galaxy form the backbone and support of the Imperial Guard. While calling the Infantry's lasers flashlights might be a bit of a joke, the Leman Russ tank is truly indispensable to the Imperium!

While this tank may appear quite outdated, it's actually quite capable, renowned for its versatility and durability. A standard Leman Russ tank weighs 60 tons, is 7.08 meters long, 4.86 meters wide, and 4.32 meters high—a truly massive machine. It's powered by a HL232 V12 hybrid engine, a somewhat high-tech engine that appears to be capable of operating on a variety of fuels. It's also remarkably stable. As for any drawbacks, it's the relatively low power output. On roads, the Leman Russ tank can only reach a speed of 35 kilometers per hour, dropping to 21 kilometers per hour in the open. This suggests a lack of horsepower. The armor, primarily composed of ceramic steel and metal plating, is also quite advanced. Internally, it also features electronic equipment such as gyroscopes and auspicious auguries.

If stability and high production capacity are prerequisites for the Leman Russ tank's mass deployment, then its superior firepower and versatility make it a necessity. The standard Leman Russ tank is armed with a 120mm smoothbore cannon and a heavy bolter in the front, which can be swapped out for a laser cannon if necessary. The sides can be equipped with plasma cannons, flamethrowers, meltas, and heavy bolters if needed, providing a wide range of options to deal with a wide range of targets.

The Leman Russ's main weapon can be swapped out. For dealing with particularly hard armored targets, it can be replaced with the Conqueror Cannon. For dealing with large numbers of heavy infantry, the six-barreled Punisher autocannon can be used. For dealing with numerous bunkers and fortifications, the Pulverizer Mortar can be swapped out. The Forge World of Ryza, a master of plasma, even developed the Executioner, equipped with a plasma cannon. This large plasma sprayer is equally dangerous to both the enemy and the enemy!

It can be said that for almost any enemy the Imperial Guard will encounter, there is always a Leman Russ tank suitable for dealing with it. It is precisely because of this versatility and strong stability that this tank has become the cornerstone of the Imperial Guard.

But if you ask if this tank has any problems, it's that its mobility is a bit poor, its upper limit is a bit low, and its information level is a bit low... If it were the 40K era, and the Empire was in a state of sustainable decline, then producing the Leman Russ tank would be understandable, after all, the production capacity and technological level were just so-so. However, considering the existence of the Traveler and the situation that is far superior to the 40K era, it would be logical to make some moderate enhancements based on the Leman Russ tank. The Traveler gave this task, or rather the benefit, to Russ!

Honestly, Russ is no longer the Primarch of the Space Wolves, whose entire family would be fed if his Legion were well-fed. He now has his own fiefdoms, and with the citizens of dozens of star systems still waiting for resources, he needs to provide STCs to various Forge Worlds and collect royalties. Furthermore, Russ can now absorb some faiths. And the Imperium has never lacked for fetishism! The affection of the mortal legions for their most reliable weapons can be bestowed upon Russ!

As for whether Rus could handle this task? The Traveler still had some faith in him. After all, Rus was a Primarch himself. While he couldn't compare to the technical prowess of master Primarchs like Ferrus and Perturabo, and building a Titan might be a challenge, building a tank, especially with the original STC template and other technology, was a challenge. After the Traveler's guidance, Russ had delved into the technology. After all, to set an example for his men, to teach those naive men from Fenris to respect, master, and utilize knowledge, Russ personally took wrenches and pliers to repair various vehicles! This kind of example was invaluable. The Primarch was gone, so how could you, his sons, just sit there and wait?

And what about Rus in this dimension? For the Traveler, his greatest advantage is that he listens to his advice. After Rus left, some of the taboo knowledge that the Traveler told him had been covered up, but Rus remembered that the Traveler asked him to tinker with the STC of a tank, and immediately put it into practice.

"Gather all the data and information on these lists for me. I need to do something," Ruth said.

"As you command, my lord." The Iron Priest who was standing beside him bowed and saluted.

"I never thought I'd be involved in something like this," Russ muttered, scratching his head. After carefully studying the tank's data, he admitted it was a very good low-end tank, easy to produce and very durable. It was suitable for large-scale equipment for mortal legions. Following his ally's advice, he suggested that he improve the tank's strength. After a brief reflection, Russ retrieved some data and technology from other STCs.

"MTU power pack? That's interesting." Russ rubbed his chin as he looked at the tank engine in front of him. Russ's biggest complaint about this tank was its power system. The output power was too low, allowing the tank to travel at only a land speed of 35 kilometers per hour. Such a low speed made Russ feel that this tank was not a tank at all, but a mobile fortress, lacking mobility. Although the tank's multi-fuel engine could use fuels including firewood and coal, considering that the Imperial army had standard fuel, if firewood and coal were needed to power the tank, it would probably be the end of the war. Therefore, Russ decided to replace the tank with an engine with a higher unit output power and capable of using Imperial standard fuel.

The STC template, called the MTU power pack, seems to meet Russ's power needs. Its low weight allows it to deliver a peak output of up to 2000 horsepower, and its stability and adaptability are also acceptable.

"Then there's the tank's weapon system." Russ looked at the various weapon options in the STC. The battle cannon was effective, but there was potential for improvement. He had found a railgun on another forge world. Its size and power output were perfect for this tank. Accelerated by electromagnetic force, the armor-piercing rounds it fired were a notch higher than those of the battle cannon, and it could also accommodate high-explosive rounds and other ammunition.

"If the turrets were unmanned, the defensive area could be reduced, allowing for thicker armor and larger caliber weapons." Russ's mind raced, reminiscing about some of the concepts Balder had shared with him. In reality, given Warhammer's technological level, defense and armor thickness weren't always equivalent. After all, Warhammer had energy shields. But they were still relatively rare. Even the Space Marine Land Marines used armor to withstand attacks, so how could ordinary armored units possibly be equipped with shields? It wasn't that it couldn't be done, but rather the cost.

"There's also the loader on the Leman Russ. This problem can be completely solved with mechanical loading. One less person will allow more space to arrange other equipment." Russ thought for a while and started to choose a suitable loader from the database.

"There's also the bolter at the front and the weapon pods on the sides." Russ looked at the tank's other three secondary weapons. Overall, Russ wasn't entirely satisfied with the weapon pods on the sides. This dissatisfaction had been brewing for a long time. For example, the twin laser cannons on the sides of the Land Tank were positioned too low, making their firing range easily blocked by terrain obstacles. Furthermore, the pods on the sides had less than half the firing range, making them somewhat frustrating to use.

With the weight of the suspension pod and the energy to supply the weapon within, it's entirely possible to mount a more powerful main weapon on the turret, with 360-degree omnidirectional fire capabilities. Previously, because tanks like the Lander were more like infantry fighting vehicles than tanks, and the Space Wolves didn't rely on the Lander for damage output, they were too lazy to develop one. However, this tank was different; after all, it was a true main battle tank prepared by the Mortal Legion.

As for why the Brutal Blade was equipped with quad laser cannons on both sides, Russ didn't really care. After all, the Brutal Blade was a super tank weighing hundreds of tons, and the quad lasers were just secondary weapons, used to deal with secondary threats. And with the Brutal Blade's power output, the energy requirements of those laser cannons weren't a problem at all.

There's also a drawback to the suspended weapon pods: Normally, this tank has a crew of four: commander, gunner, loader, and driver. Adding pods like laser cannons and plasma blasters on either side would require two additional operators, a situation that's unacceptable given the Leman Russ's size. The human-machine interface is quite poor.

"The two weapon pods on the sides of the hull can be removed, but we have to find a way to compensate." Russ thought as he planned on the data board. After all, if this tank only had one main weapon and a heavy bolter/laser cannon on the front of the hull, its firepower would still seem a bit weak. At this time, Russ saw the design of a remote-controlled weapon station.

"Well, this weapon station can be equipped with automatic cannons, heavy bombs, and even laser cannons. It is small in weight and size, and can be remotely controlled. If this weapon is installed on the roof of the tank and controlled by the commander, it will also have a 360-degree firing range. Because of its higher position, it also has a good pitch and roll angle." Rus thought about it and felt that this was a good idea.

"Then there's reconnaissance and early warning." Russ recalled the servoskulls commonly used by Space Marines. These were multifunctional, serving as small drones. So, Russ decided to equip the tank with a set of small drones to compensate for its reconnaissance shortcomings. After all, while the tank had equipment like auspicious auguries, the cost meant forgetting how advanced they were. If they encountered obstacles, it would be better to use drones for reconnaissance.

While the idea was a good one, the solution wasn't easy, given the tank's size. While the railgun's upgrade significantly increased its power, the price of the weapon's power supply was the increased weight and space required. Russ, despite adopting an unmanned turret and eliminating a crew member, took up that space with the increased ammunition supply. After all, he felt the tank's 40-round ammunition reserve was a bit insufficient.

"Since there is no space inside the vehicle body, let's build a large tail compartment behind the turret." After pondering for a moment, Russ found a compatible large turret design from the database and increased the size of the tank's gun ring.

So, after some tinkering on Russ's part, the Leman Russ tank of this dimension was finally born. Compared to the original Leman Russ tank, this tank was more difficult to manufacture, but in return, its performance leaped forward, with significantly increased speed and off-road capabilities, and a more powerful electromagnetic cannon. The weapon pods on both sides were removed and replaced with a weapon station atop the turret. The front of the vehicle was also reshaped, giving it stronger frontal armor. The turret featured a new, large, unmanned turret, and a huge pod at the rear could accommodate various equipment, such as a servo-skull for reconnaissance and a multi-purpose missile known as "smart ammunition." This missile was used for indirect fire or to attack targets behind cover.

Later, in addition to the auspex, different versions of the Leman Russ tank were equipped with thermal imagers and blacklight night vision devices, depending on the level of each Forge World. A new "Machine Spirit" was also installed. Russ's efforts paid off. This tank was first equipped by a large number of mortal auxiliary troops of the Space Wolves Legion, and even some were used by the Legion itself. Many believed that it had greater potential than the Siskalan tank.

Chapter 302 Becoming a God

"Time is almost up." Feeling his essence drifting further and further away from the real universe, the traveler could already determine that his remaining time in the gap between the real universe and the subspace was dwindling. He had already located the Randan Overlord. This deity, severely wounded by him in the last decisive battle, was now wandering aimlessly in an unknown star region. He had not returned to the depths of the Randan Empire, for the Randan Overlord was now unconscious.

The Traveler's attack was devastating. Not only did it severely injure the Randan Overlord upon impact, but the remaining strength and the entanglement of fate quickly caused the Randan Overlord to lose his mind. Perhaps deep within his soul, some consciousness still maintained the underlying logic. However, as a god, his essence began to disintegrate, not only because of the severe damage he had suffered, but also because his remaining sanity was severing his connection with the Randan race.

Indeed, He was severing His ties with the Randan race. Once the ruler of the Randan Empire, the Randan deity, the Supreme Being, and the hope of the future. But now, He had become a cancer to the entire civilization. Far from uniting it, He, through memes and certain influences, fed back His pain, wailing, and struggles to the entire Randan civilization, contaminating it from a higher dimension. In this hopeless situation, the Randan ruler's remaining sanity forced Him to sever ties with His former civilization, preventing the contamination from spreading. This was tantamount to gradually abandoning His authority.

The Chaos Gods watched silently as the god floundered. They remained silent, for the fate of the Lord of Randan was sealed. Communication between gods entangles their destinies. Though powerful, the evil gods were unwilling to be bound to a deity destined for decline. Furthermore, humanity was currently flourishing. Under the weight of fate and good fortune, the evil gods would not easily surrender. The last dog-headed god who attempted direct interference had lost a precious clone. If this was the case with Khorne, the other evil gods were even more so.

The Traveler can get rid of this guy completely at any time, but with the demise of Lord Randan, the Traveler will also ascend to the highest heaven. Now He still has one thing to do, which is to retrieve his last treasure, an artificial planet!

If the Traveler Star Map is what the traveler carries with him, the Endless Journey is the traveler's vehicle, the Tower of Light is the traveler's palace and royal court, and the Moon of Vaal is the legacy of the traveler's ancestors, then the last treasure, an artificial celestial body called the Shining Star, is the prototype of the traveler's future kingdom of God.

Man-made celestial bodies are not uncommon in the Warhammer universe. The Ork war moons of the Randan and Beast Wars, and the Imperial Fists' mountain formations, can all be described as "as large as asteroids." Even more outrageous, such as the World Engine and some large Eldar arks, are described as being the size of a planet.

As the most crucial item for the Traveler's ascension to godhood, and a shared technological product of humanity, the Eldar, and certain civilizations lost to history, the Shining Star is so vast it resembles a giant planet. It is the ultimate embodiment of the Traveler's technology and power. Even in the Dark Ages, when the Traveler's fate was at stake, this massive planet and the souls that inhabited it remained safe. This was partly due to the Chaos Gods' primary target, but also because it was already the prototype of a divine realm, making it difficult to find. With the Traveler's departure from the Warhammer universe, all other methods, whether destiny or divination, become ineffective. This is why the Shining Star persists.

"Everything is destined," the traveler sighed. Next, the traveler would rush to this place, retrieve his last creation, take the Spear of Dawn given by the Eldar, and completely eliminate the Randan Overlord. Finally, he would ascend to the heavens, holding high his throne. This would complete the final step in his godhood.

"Are you here to see me off?" The Traveler asked with a smile, looking at the projections of the other three Gods of Order in the distance, outside his own domain. "No need, we can still chat in the Warp in the future."

"Want to chat? Traveler, you're still as humorous as ever." The God of Laughter smiled. "As a racial deity, responding to and guiding their followers is their bounden duty. The work Guilliman complained about is simply insignificant in the eyes of a deity, especially for a newly ascended racial deity. For a while, simply managing your kingdom and the prayers of your followers will be a tremendous hassle. It will consume a great deal of your energy. Therefore, for a long time, we will not bother you again."

"Well. This is another level of fair exchange." The traveler already had some idea of ​​his future life sitting on the throne. In fact, think about it, the gods seemed to be like this: the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, Khorne sat on the Skull Throne, Nurgle not only never left his Nurgle Garden, but also never left his hut, Tzeentch hid in the labyrinth, and Slaanesh hid in Elysium.

"So if I want to sort out everything about myself and send out a clone to the physical universe, how long will it take?" asked the traveler.

"We cannot determine the exact time, but I can assert that when your clone can travel across the galaxy, the great rebellion will not be far away." said the God of Laughter.

"Why?" the traveler asked. "Couldn't it have been earlier?"

"First, as a racial god, you can't miss any event that affects the survival of civilization. Therefore, you won't miss the Great Rebellion," the God of Laughter said. "Second, as the Great Crusade reaches its peak, humanity's luck will reach its first peak, and this luck will greatly reduce the difficulty of your clone entering the physical universe. According to your description, the period before the rebellion was humanity's peak, so your clone's re-entry into the physical universe should be at this time."

"That's good. I hope I won't be too late," the Traveler said. "I've said what I need to say. You can do whatever you want. At least this time, we're much better off than in the other timeline. Let's work together to combat the evil in the galaxy. Emperor, take care of your own business."

"Then we'll see you then." The God of Laughter and the God of Death said with a smile.

"I will do my job well." A smile appeared on the Emperor's face. "See you then!"

With the departure of the Gods of Order, the Traveler embarked on the final step of his ascension to godhood. The Tower of Light streaked through the real universe, soaring towards his divine kingdom at a speed exceeding even the Necrontyr's inertia-free engine. At this point, the Traveler's true form could no longer enter the Warp, for once in, there was no exit. The entire journey would conclude in ten days, not in terms of distance, but merely a ritual, symbolizing the perfection of the Traveler's path.

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"We're here." The traveler finally arrived at the star system containing the shining star. In this desolate galaxy, the star's gravity had transformed the traveler's future kingdom into a satellite. Due to its own gravity, countless cosmic dust and small meteorites were attracted to this massive artificial star, forming a dense atmosphere and several rings around it.

The Traveler sat upon his throne. With a gentle exhale, the outer atmosphere and rings of the shining star were easily peeled away, revealing an artificial star emitting a pale blue light. As the Traveler's divine power reactivated the planet, tens of billions of souls enthusiastically responded to the Traveler's arrival. These were his former subordinates and followers, his supporters. In the past, these people had followed him without hesitation, exploring the unknown with him, leading humanity step by step into deep space. They had experienced humanity's most glorious years with him, witnessed the light of civilization and reason shine across the galaxy, and walked through its darkest moments together. Even when the Traveler was overwhelmed, he did not treat these followers as cannon fodder or a burden, but hid them here. Today would be the day of his ascension to godhood.

Amidst the blessings of countless souls, the Shining Star welcomed its master. Its vast, mirror-like spherical surface opened a passageway large enough for the mountain array to pass through, welcoming the return of the Tower of Light and its brethren. The Traveler and his throne vanished from the Tower of Light, reappearing a moment later in the deepest recesses of the Shining Star. Terrifying divine power surged from the Traveler, and as time passed, he ultimately regained control of the entire artificial celestial body.

"Alright, let's find the Lord of Randan and put an end to him!" The Traveler sensed the universe's rejection of him reaching its peak. The shining star vanished from its original location in an instant. It didn't travel the Webway or the Warp, but rather roamed the galaxy in a way unimaginable to mortals. The Lord of Randan's decline could no longer be concealed. Death and despair enveloped the once-dominant ruler. He now lay hidden in a corner of the galaxy, like a pool of rotting flesh, far from his empire and his subjects.

"You... are coming... ah." The Randan Overlord used his remaining sanity to control his body, attempting a final stand. He tried to sever ties with the Randan civilization, thereby reducing its contamination. However, this act was tantamount to cutting off the firewood from under him, who was seriously injured and desperately needed faith and spiritual healing. He made a final effort, hoping to save the Randan civilization, but alas, it was all in vain.

"Send you away!" The traveler's figure appeared again. He was as big as a star, and both the shining stars and the Moon of Vaal were just two insignificant toys in his hands. The Spear of Dawn appeared in his hand. This artifact, forged with the bones of the Eldar Crone God, shone with the light of death.

Lord Randan did not retreat. At this moment, his rationality disappeared. He gave everything to his instinct of savagery and killing, and rushed towards the traveler with a scream of despair and madness. At the same time, the traveler raised the spear in his hand!

A moment later, an indescribable flash of light appeared again in the universe. A power that terrified all intelligent creatures instantly swept across half the galaxy. The Spear of Dawn, carrying humanity's hatred and murderous intent for its mortal enemy, along with the divine power and destiny of the Gods of Order, utterly slew the alien deity that had attempted to challenge human civilization! The sharp spear easily sliced ​​through the Randan Overlord, endless divine power and divine fire tearing at the already broken body. The Traveler acted meticulously and conscientiously, shattering the remaining body, spirit, and godhead bit by bit, erasing everything of the Randan Overlord from the galaxy!

With this action, the Traveler also received a reward. A portion of humanity's wartime authority was consolidated in this moment, and the Traveler seized it. After all, this was humanity's first war to slay a god. It was a memorable moment. And when the Traveler's divine power completely sapped the last vestiges of the Overmind of Randan, the Traveler finally completed the final step in his apotheosis. At this moment, all who participated in the Randan Campaign, whether Primarchs, Astartes warriors, or mortals, realized that a supreme being of humanity had helped them win the most crucial battle.

Indescribable faith surged into his body, transforming it into divine power. When this power reached a certain level, accompanied by a faint sound, the traveler noticed the space around him shift. In an instant, he appeared in a region of subspace. A vast, glittering starry sky unfolded, transforming into an ever-expanding divine domain. The immense divine power propelled this expansion, shattering all surrounding existence into nothingness. Simultaneously, the traveler's Webway authority was fully activated, establishing a passage connecting the divine domain and the Webway nodes. At this moment, all believers in the traveler could sense a blue region forming within their minds. They could attempt to perceive this and had the opportunity to connect with it.

"God of human travel and creation, slayer of the Randan gods, companion of the Emperor. Guide through time and the void." At this moment, all believers chanted the Traveler's name. At this moment, the Traveler had become a god, but at the same time, his influence on the real universe was reduced to a minimum, like a newly founded company, focusing not on how to conduct business but on how to establish a sound corporate structure.

At this point, the Traveler cannot send clones to the lower realms. Nor can they obtain sufficient external information, and believers can only mechanically obtain blessings according to the "rules" arranged by the Traveler. For example, if a fleet defeats an alien, the faith offering meets the requirement, and then the fleet's subspace speed is increased by 5% or something!

Such an inconspicuous existence led people to subconsciously overlook the connection between the Traveler and Balder. After all, no one in the entire human race, save the Emperor, could grasp even the slightest hint of Balder's existence. Furthermore, Russ had included Balder in the fight against the Randan xenos and then disappeared. With several Primarchs who knew certain details of the situation also deliberately keeping it secret, Balder became a forgotten name, and the Traveler's name had yet to be known among the mortals!

Chapter 303 A Hundred Years Later

"You're finally done. A full 100 Terra years, a century." When the Emperor's projection appeared in front of the traveler again, both sides were quite emotional.

"Yes, a hundred years have already passed. Let's talk about the current situation. Our luck has reached its peak, and certain things seem to be showing signs of coming to light?" the traveler said. He already had a vague sense that the long river of fate was entering a turning point. The once clear destiny seemed to have become erratic. When he looked at the world from a high dimension, he seemed to be constantly disturbed by some force, partly the power of fate, and partly the power of the evil god.

After defeating the Randan Empire, humanity has reached a new peak in civilization. But after the peak, there is undoubtedly a trough! As one rises and the other falls, the evil gods begin to stir.

"The Great Crusade is about to reach its peak. Our territory has never been so vast as it is now. But at the same time, the huge shadow hidden behind it has emerged. We must make preparations." After saying this, the Emperor transmitted a huge amount of information.

"The overall trend remains the same," the traveler said with some emotion after understanding this. Fulgrim drew his piercing sword, Slaanesh's corruption was steadily advancing, Mortarion's dissatisfaction with the Emperor grew more serious, and Typhons had already contacted Nurgle. At the pleas of Horus and Lorgar, Angron was allowed to bring a small legion with him, and some of his warhounds continued to fight with other legions. Angron chose to submit on the surface, but his heart was still filled with hatred. Magnus continued to work loyally and gather knowledge, but Tzeentch's tentacles were gradually drawing him into the trap.

"Lorgar?!" The Traveler frowned slightly. "He truly is favored by the Chaos Gods." The Traveler was surprised to discover that any information he sought about Lorgar was being obscured by the power of the evil gods. Even the prophecies about his legions were extremely vague. This was clearly the result of the favor of the Four Gods.

"That's easy to understand. Horus is just a short-term tool, but Lorgar will be used for a long time." The Emperor sighed.

"What a shame! If Lorgar hadn't rebelled, he would have been a perfect fit to be the Pope of the Imperial Ecclesiarchy." The Traveler joked. The Imperial Ecclesiarchy was inevitable, because the Emperor needed faith, and the Empire needed a faith to maintain itself. It just wasn't now.

"How did Lorgar go astray this time?" asked the traveler.

"As you said, Lorgar worships power, he wants to possess rights, and he wants to be the representative of the gods on earth. As for whether this god is beneficial to human civilization, he does not care. The power of evil gods is generally stronger than ours. Under the influence of Erebus and Kor Phaeron, it is only a matter of time before he embarks on this path." The Emperor sighed.

"It's a bit difficult to kill Lorgar, but after the Great Rebellion, killing these two guys won't be a problem." said the Traveler.

"Tell me about the Alpha Legion," the Traveler said.

"I think Alpharius's situation is somewhat unique. He is very resistant to gods, especially you. He firmly believes that a civilization should not have gods. Moreover, some of his actions and ideas are inconsistent with many Primarchs, such as Guilliman, Dorn, Russ, etc. Therefore, I cannot be sure of their choices in the future."

"And it is obvious that as the luck of the human race begins to decline and the luck of the Chaos Gods rises, the actions of the Alpha Legion have attracted the attention of the Chaos Gods. They are willing to provide assistance to any behavior that disrupts the empire. Therefore, some things are not easy to do." said the Emperor.

"Will Horus still be Warmaster?" asked the Traveler.

"In fact, now, a rift has appeared among my descendants. All the Primarchs who participated in the Randan War keep a certain distance or are dissatisfied with Horus and the Primarchs who did not participate. It may be difficult for Horus to become a true Warmaster. However, even without the title of Warmaster, Horus still has a group of his own supporters." said the Emperor.

"So, you're not planning on taking on the rather unpleasant position of Warmaster anymore?"

"Of course there won't be an overall Warmaster, but eventually some outstanding Primarchs will stand out and lead their other brothers, like Horus, Ferrus, and Jonson. In fact, all the legions have been divided into several factions, and the Primarchs who are close to each other have been cooperating in battle for a long time." said the Emperor.

"That's normal. Humans tend to stick together," the Traveler nodded. According to the Emperor, although the Randan xenos have been exterminated, there are still enemies in the galaxy that require the combined efforts of several Legions. Therefore, it's understandable that the Primarchs would stick together. The current situation is as follows.

Horus often worked with Fulgrim and Mortarion. Lorgar teamed up with Angron, as he was one of the few Primarchs who cared about him. The Khan and Magnus had a good relationship. Ferrus still worked well with Krakos. Guilliman had an unexpectedly good relationship with Russ, simply because the two pocket kingdoms had a lot of trade and exchanges.

Sanguinius and Perturabo often teamed up to deal with difficult xenos. One excelled in assault, the other in artillery, and with Sanguinius's charisma, they worked well together. Vulkan and Dorn often operated together. The Dark Angels and the Alpha Legion, however, adhered to their principles and carried out operations in silence, though the Dark Angels would sometimes operate alongside allies. As for the Night Lords? They were quite annoying.

"In the future, we will have at least 10 loyal legions in our hands. Perturabo is watched by the Lord of Radiance and will definitely stand on our side, and Chaos will definitely take down 6 legions. Then there are two legions left, one is the Night Lords and the other is the Alpha Legion. Do you have any ideas?" asked the Emperor.

"The Alpha Legion is difficult to fully control. This isn't just because their Primarch might be displeased with you and me, but also because their structure is so fragmented and decentralized. This will consume a great deal of our energy. Furthermore, some of them believe they are joining the rebellion for the sake of the Imperium, to eliminate those they deem weak and toxic. This mindset is very troublesome. Furthermore, some of their actions are objectively protected by Chaos. In this case, it's not that it cannot be resolved, but rather that the cost and reward must be considered." The Traveler was as calm as a machine, carefully weighing the pros and cons. Some things are not impossible to do, but the cost and price of doing them are.

"So, you've set your sights on the Night Lords? Are you planning to save Curze and his legion?" the Emperor asked curiously. "I remember you had great contempt for people like Curze."

"Maybe I can't save Curze, but I can at least make it worse when the Night Lords Legion rebels. Saving it may be difficult, but destroying this legion is easy." The traveler sneered.

"Are you going to take action against Curze?" asked the Emperor.