Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"No, I'm going to take on Curze's men!" the Traveler said. Although humanity's fortunes were beginning to decline, if the Traveler truly wanted to take down a mortal, as long as that individual wasn't on the radar of the Chaos Gods, or in other words, wasn't one of the highest-priority individuals, the Traveler could easily take them down! And this time, the Traveler's target was Sevatar, the future Prince of Crows! After all, he was only a Captain of the Night Lords, the Primarch's left hand. He wasn't the Chosen Primarch, nor the Chosen Champion. Sevatar himself didn't believe in Chaos, he had no one above him, and his own strength was limited. Why would he fight the Traveler?

"Is this person worthy of our attention? Do we need to go there in person?" the emperor asked curiously.

"Let me tell you a little secret. In the Night Lords, Sevatar is the true leader, while Curze is merely a captain," the traveler said with a sly smile. If Mortarion's management of the Legion was limited, allowing Typhon to take center stage, then within the Night Lords, Sevatar was truly dedicated, dedicating all his effort and dedication to maintaining the Legion. You could say that in the Death Guard, Mortarion and Typhon shared command, while within the Night Lords, Curze's role was merely a sideshow. Sometimes, even a negative one. After all, it was Curze's insistence on bringing Sevatar and the others with him that ultimately led to the Night Lords' disintegration.

"So your plan is to attack Sevatar? What about Curze? As long as you are willing, your encounter will be inevitable." asked the Emperor.

"Change must come slowly, especially when we are in adversity, we must be more careful. Direct distortion of a person with divine power can be used when we are in an advantageous position, but when we are at a disadvantage, we must use more conventional means to change. It's not that divine power cannot be used, but it should be used as a last resort. At this stage, our divine power is weaker than that of the Four Gods, and when fate is not in our favor, we need more divine power to change it." said the traveler.

"It seems that you are more experienced." said the emperor.

"I'm not like you, the number one person in the physical universe. I was chased and blocked by the Chaos Evil God back then, and I had to use my little divine power carefully." The traveler said helplessly.

"How are you going to manage psykers? We're not going to have some so-called Council of Nikaea this time, are we?" the Traveler asked. The issue of psykers is, fundamentally, a matter of how to deal with the Thousand Sons. The Thousand Sons Legion itself is obsessed with psychic powers, having made little progress in other areas. While it boasts the strongest psyker corps of any Legion, its performance in other areas is relatively lackluster. While the latter had inflicted a modicum of alien shock on the Children of Magnus during the previous Battle of Randane, Randane was now reduced to ash, even its history sealed or destroyed. The saying "the scar heals, the pain is forgotten" is common among the Thousand Sons. Aside from some company commanders suffering from severe post-traumatic stress syndrome from that battle, the rest of the Thousand Sons have returned to their former state. Magnus's approach to psychic powers has also grown increasingly bold.

"Psykers are allowed to enjoy the civilization and splendor of the Imperium alongside the rest of humanity, but they must undergo strict training and restrictions. The other Legions are doing well, but the Thousand Sons have actually been constantly teetering on the edge of my tolerance. Worse still, due to Tzeentch's power, I cannot discern the truth behind the Mists. I dispatched Imperial retainers to investigate, but Magnus also responded. The Thousand Sons have been dispersed, with some going into hiding. They are difficult to detect, both through psychic and technological means." The Emperor sighed. His own son has begun playing hide-and-seek with Him!

"This change is normal. Tzeentch has extinguished the Curse of Flesh and Blood himself, which means that we will compete with him for control of the Thousand Sons Legion. Since Magnus has no intention of betraying us, we naturally have a certain advantage. So Tzeentch will find ways to disperse the Thousand Sons Legion to facilitate infiltration." said the traveler.

"What are you going to do with the Luna Wolves?" the Emperor asked. In reality, when many legions rebelled, their officers and soldiers held no hatred towards the Emperor or the Imperium, nor did they surrender to Chaos. They simply rebelled because their Primarch said, "Let's rebel against the Imperium," and many simply followed the crowd.

Take the Luna Wolves, for example. Did the Imperium wrong the Luna Wolves? Of course not. The period between Horus' assassination and their rebellion was very short, so the change of heart was definitely not that swift. Many of the lower ranks likely simply believed their Primarch had rebelled, so they too rebelled. However, the Luna Wolves' traditions, or the sense of loyalty rooted in Cthulhu's cliques and associations, led many to blindly follow. At the top, for example, two of the four members of the Council of Four Kings remained loyal. It's a pity for these individuals, and they should be supported.

"As long as Sejanus is not dead, he can at least bring a group of people with him. There are also Loken and Torgaddon. The former has formed his own society within the Moon Wolves. And Torgaddon is also a veteran. The layout has started a long time ago. It is not time to reveal it yet." said the traveler.

"Will you go to the Luna Wolves yourself?" the Emperor asked.

"I'm not sure. I've always believed that the Thousand Sons Legion should be our focus. If you don't go in person, then I will. The Luna Wolves are a lower priority because we have a chance to reclaim part of Magnus from Tzeentch. And facing Horus, who is being watched closely by the Four Gods, it's not certain how much we can do." The Traveler did not directly answer the Emperor.

"Okay, let's talk about these things later. Now start your descent." said the Emperor.

"No problem, I will let Coze know how low-level his so-called fear and roguery are." The traveler said with a smile.

Chapter 304 The Saint comes to fight violence with violence!

The Kao system, a desolate star system on the edge of the Far Eastern star system, boasts two habitable planets, home to over a billion humans, providing minerals to the surrounding star systems. Just six months ago, excessive oppression by the local nobles led to a serious uprising. Curze and his legion happened to be passing through the area, and so, conveniently, they took on the task of suppressing the rebellion.

Curze, struck by the corruption and depravity of this world, purged the nobles with his descendants, citing their excessive exploitation as the catalyst for the rebellion. However, Curze also believed the rebellion was severely impacting the productivity of surrounding galaxies, and their brutality was affecting innocent people. Therefore, he decided to eliminate the rebels as well, and to deter others, he decided to plunder one-tenth of the remaining population! Now, all Curze's descendants had to do was gather everyone into camps.

"Alas." The Traveler's clone descended upon the summit of a hive city, and he sighed as he gazed down at the polluted sky. It was true that the oppression of the Imperial nobility led to an uprising, and then to their liquidation. It was also true that the common people, unable to make ends meet, revolted. However, troubled times are chaotic. When order is broken, all sorts of chaos and filth arise, including villains who exploit the situation to seize high positions. The true sufferers are the common people. Ultimately, whether it was the harshness and brutality of the Imperial nobility, the villains who took advantage of the situation, or Curze's punishment, a large portion of the consequences fell on the common people... Curze's other decisions would be left unaddressed for now, but the indiscriminate one-in-ten execution must be stopped!

"Alas, it's still a little weak." Feeling the current strength of his body, the Traveler shook his head helplessly. He had never been this weak before. Although he could hold down Magnus' Hammer with his psychic powers, and was not afraid of the Untouchable's Forbidden Sphere, and physically he could hold down Sanguinius and dismantle a Titan, this body still couldn't compare to his own back then. Perhaps it was because it was his first time descending, and the adaptation wasn't perfect. The Traveler decided to endure it.

"Huh? A small group of Night Lords, apparently wearing Terminators." The Traveler smiled as he watched a squad of Black Guards searching the Hive in the distance. He then pulled something from his pocket. He called it a Soul Extractor, a fusion of Necrontyr and Eldar technology. Upon impact, its energy beams would rip out the target's soul if it wasn't strong enough. This would then be absorbed into the "mini-soul circuit" the Traveler had prepared. The body would then become a vegetable, and the Traveler would collect their soul, essentially a hostage...

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"Sir, we are clearing areas 8-12." A black-armored guard captain reported to his superiors.

"You've been cleaning here for three hours and haven't found a single detainee. I need an explanation."

"We've encountered some stubborn resistance here. I'm sorry, but I have no choice but to eliminate them. I'll peel off their skins and make cloaks out of them, and then hang their flesh above the hive to make more people aware of the consequences of resisting us." The captain said as he looked at a group of unarmed civilians surrounded by his men.

"Damn it, you're lying." An angry voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"Terra people, you don't understand the traditions of Nostram. We act according to tradition. You are only temporarily managing us, and on the front line, we can act at our own discretion. Of course, if you are willing to investigate, then please go ahead." At this time, the captain did not hide his sarcasm at all.

"Brothers, let's put on some music for our Terra senior!" The black-armored captain swung his powered halberd and made a slashing motion. "Let's have some fun!"

Yet, amidst the roar of laughter, just as the executioners from Nostrum were about to aim their various deadly weapons at the defenseless and captive people, an invisible beam shot out from kilometers away. The moment it struck, a black-armored guard trembled all over and fell to the ground like a log. Then came a second, and a third!

"Damn, we're under attack!" The captain of the black-armored guards wanted to resist, but he didn't know where the enemy was. He tried to find cover, but the attack from the opposite side was so fast and sharp that within a few minutes, ten black-armored guards fell to the ground.

"Those without a bottom line!" The Traveler looked at the filthy souls within the Soul Stone. These guys were considered deeply sinful even among the Night Lords. So, without hesitation, the Traveler crushed them! After a moment of contemplation, the Traveler gave the civilians a revelation, leading them to a temporary safe place.

"Night Lords scum, the game has begun." The Traveler put away the Soul Extractor and disappeared into the depths of the Hive. The Night Lords Legion wasn't just insane with Curze; the entire Legion was. As more and more soldiers were recruited from Curze's homeworld, countless bad seeds were found from top to bottom. Initially, the Terran Legionnaires had some problems, but they were still within a tolerable range. But these newcomers were no longer like that! Therefore, selective elimination was necessary to purify the Legion's atmosphere!

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"Sevata, something's wrong." A few hours later, in a Night Lords command post, Shen approached Sevata and said with a gloomy expression. (This Night Lords high-ranking official was Shen. He had worked with Sevata to kill Alachios of the Dark Angels.)

"What could it be? It only took us five hours to quell the rebellion on this planet," Sevatar said nonchalantly. "It's just a matter of transporting the personnel to the designated location. Is that that difficult?"

"In the Dalson Hive, we lost five teams within an hour, and only one person survived. We later found the soldiers of these teams. According to our think tank's analysis, they seemed to have been stripped of their souls. We couldn't find any trace of the attackers, but based on some clues left behind, it seems that it was done by one person." Shen reported.

"Give me the relevant information," Sevatar said immediately, his face changing. He was then surprised to discover that the five attack locations were so far apart that even the Space Marines' speed couldn't cover them in such a short time. Furthermore, the attack range was extremely long, clearly indicating that the enemy possessed some kind of ultra-range weapon.

"He's intentionally left us clues to help us follow him, or rather, he's lured us into a trap. He's most likely a highly skilled psychic. We're in trouble," Sevatar said sternly. Honestly, if you put yourself in his shoes, Sevatar could have ambush the scattered Black Guards in the Hive with his own equipment, but he definitely wouldn't have done it so effortlessly. He's just playing! Using his superior abilities to play a cruel game with the Night Lords!

"Do we need to inform the Primarch?" Shen asked.

"Our Primarch is in his room, and he won't let anyone disturb him." Sevatar sighed, feeling tired. At this moment, Sevatar's communicator rang, and a strange voice sounded in Sevatar's ears.

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"Good afternoon, you scum of the Night Lords." Just a few minutes ago, after the Traveler put a Night Lords captain into the Soul Stone, he finally decided to contact Sevatar.

"Good afternoon, you secretive guy. Are you so impatient for the judgment from the Night Lord?" Sevatar said after taking a deep breath.

"Your sinful souls fascinate me. I want to collect more souls and then listen to the wails of the souls of these abusers. So far, I have killed five of your teams, but it is far from enough. I want to be more efficient. Let's make an appointment for a place. You bring your people and arrive here in three Terra hours. We'll make an end of it. Either you kill me, or I collect your souls." The traveler sent a coordinate through data transmission at the same time.

"Haha, what a clumsy trick." Sevatar glanced at the coordinates and then at the surrounding areas where the attacks took place. He had already vaguely judged that the other party should be in this area.

"It's an interesting game, though. I'm willing to play it with you, you maggot in the shadows," Sevatar said with disgust. Unknowingly, Sevatar had created a miracle... Insulting a true god in a conversation with him!

"Are you scolding me?" The traveler was stunned at first.

"Yes, if you are willing to listen, I will repeat it to you again." Sevatar said with a sneer.

"Then repay it with your lifetime," the traveler said with a smile. "We'll see you later!" In his mind, the traveler made a note about Sevatar in his little notebook! Insulting a god—are the consequences serious? Well, it depends. After all, in the background, Sevatar also shouted "Destroy the false emperor" at the Chaos Can party, and there were no consequences.

But this situation is different from the present. In the 30th century, the Emperor wasn't officially a god, but the Traveler was! When Sevatar shouted this, he wasn't in front of the Emperor. This time, he shouted it while speaking directly to the Traveler. This is different. You can compare it to Mortarion. When the Emperor possessed Guilliman, would Mortarion dare to curse the Emperor? He was so moved that he couldn't move!

"Orders, immediately send the Terminators to these locations, establish a blockade for me, and contact the fleet at the same time. After 5 hours, once the target is confirmed, contact again and appear in this area, and directly cover this place with macro cannons and light spears. Also, transfer the survivor to a safe place, and let our think tank and the Night Bat Council interrogate him." Sevatar gave the order immediately after cutting off contact.

Sevatar's skills were still quite good. He first confirmed whether the enemy was in a certain area, then sealed off that area. After confirming the enemy's presence, he had no intention of engaging in a knife fight. After all, judging by the enemy's posture, he was clearly a ruthless person. So, he deployed firepower! Who would fight with you if they could handle it remotely? Sevatar analyzed the meeting area and found it to be relatively open. Sevatar's order to the fleet was to bomb the entire area and plow the land 500 meters deep! As for capturing the enemy alive? Sevatar felt it would be a bit difficult. Of course, if this orbital bombardment could severely damage the enemy and he could capture someone along the way, that would be the best result!

The entire logical chain is perfect, and the response is pretty good, but in front of a traveler with tens of thousands of years of PK experience, it's just a joke!

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"I'm here." The Traveler, holding the Night Lord's communicator, reconnected with Sevatar. Over the next three hours, the Traveler eliminated three more nearby teams. The decline in efficiency wasn't the Traveler's fault; it was because everyone had fled! Furthermore, these were just minor matters; next up was the Traveler's big gift for Sevatar!

"Confirmed location! And our infrared imaging equipment has indeed found the target," Shen Zai, standing nearby, said after locating the target through the communication. In his hand, he held a special infrared imaging detector with a crossed-out wolf head logo, indicating that it came from the Space Wolves. Because the Night Lords and the Space Wolves have a bad relationship, the latter often accuse the Night Lords of killing innocent people, so there is no direct trade between the two parties. This item was obtained on the black market.

"I'll go out for a moment and stabilize the enemy." Sevatar pondered for a moment before stepping out. He needed to confirm the enemy's true location. Therefore, he was willing to take the risk, even though he knew the enemy possessed weapons capable of harming him. Of course, to ensure safety, he also changed into a set of fine Centurion Power Armor, also obtained through other channels. This was an extremely rare high-end version, and among the Ultramarines, it was only issued to those above the rank of Chapter Master. Its enhanced force shields, newly designed armor protection, more advanced detection systems and machine spirits, and built-in mental protection made it a rare and exquisite piece of equipment in the Legion!

After picking up his powered halberd, Sevatar stepped out. His Centurion Terminator's recognizable form made him stand out. He then activated his shield and mental protection. The Traveler smiled faintly, raised his Soul Extractor, lowered the power, and shot the man from 3000 meters away! The Traveler had no intention of taking Sevatar's soul. He knew Sevatar's purpose was simply to confirm his presence, and the Traveler was willing to "cooperate."

In an instant, Sevatar suddenly felt as if his brain was hit hard by something, and his whole mind was a little fuzzy, but it was obvious that this time the appraisal was barely passed, and the soul stripper in the traveler's hand did not strip his soul!

"Open fire! It's this guy! He's right here." With Sevatar's order, the orbital bombardment began!

Chapter 305 Traveler: Feel the Fear

Countless macrocannon shells and lances rained down from the sky! Under the command of the fleet commander and the machine spirit, the precise firepower of several cruisers instantly covered the area where the travelers were located. Balls of plasma flames and dazzling flashes covered an area of ​​several square kilometers. In this area, not to mention mortals, even Titans would be destroyed by the terrifying ship-borne firepower. However, this time, Sevatar faced a god!

"Haha." After completing the shooting, the Traveler didn't pause. He immediately exerted his power and teleported, his target being the Night Lords commander he had deliberately released. This guy's escape wasn't due to any special skill or luck, but because the Traveler needed a coordinate. The Traveler's logic was that such a survivor would undoubtedly be closely scrutinized by the Night Lords' inner circle. Those who could scrutinize this officer would undoubtedly include the think tank and the Legion's high-ranking brass. What was the point of killing a few Night Lords scum? Tens of thousands of years ago, people knew that to capture a thief, one must first capture the leader. The Traveler had always targeted the Legion's top brass! And these coordinates were meant to lead the Traveler there!

Since Sevatar had just confirmed his presence, there certainly wouldn't be much defense elsewhere. The traveler had indeed followed through on his promise and arrived here, but he hadn't said he couldn't leave! Before the orbital bombardment began, the traveler vanished from the battlefield in a flash, and moments later, he arrived aboard a large Night Lords cruiser!

"Huh... This hurts." Sevatar curled up on the ground in agony. Even though his soul hadn't been torn away, he was still in agony. The tearing sensation in his spirit made him vomit repeatedly. He could barely stand on his own, but even so, his eyes remained fixed fixed on the distance.

"No matter who he is, he is dead. This matter is over." Shen immediately came to Sevatar and helped him up.

"What a wonderful piece! If it were just a regular Terminator Power Armor, I'd be finished." Hearing Shen's words, Sevatar relaxed and stood up with Shen's help. Unlike the Night Lords who often adorn their Power Armor with various dark themes, Sevatar's Centurion Power Armor was remarkably clean and tidy, with only the lightning bolt pattern and Legion colors, nothing else. The reason was simple: just when Sevatar was considering decorating the armor with a skull or something else, the Centurion Power Armor's "machine spirit was displeased"!

That's right, the Machine Spirit is displeased! No matter how much the Mechanical Priests or even the Sages pray, it's useless. It has a powerful aura, saying, "If you have the guts, you can tear me down!" Sevatar is a tough guy, so how can he be pampered? He immediately picked up his Power Halberd and prepared to chop down the armor, but his colleagues held Sevatar down. After all, such high-quality goods are not easy to come by. If you don't want it, you can give it to someone else!

Yet, Sevatar remained resolute. After rejecting a company commander's offer of 1000 slaves, he struck down his halberd. Then, looking at his shattered, single-molecule serrations, Sevatar fell into deep thought. Then, through the Mechanicus Magos, Sevatar had a conversation with the troublesome Machine Spirit. A compromise was reached: the other party would perform properly, and Sevatar would forgo the dark trappings. And the suit he named Midnight Lightning didn't disappoint, withstanding the blows from the Ork's fist-sized rounds, the alien's strange lasers, and the rebel tank's shells.

"Let's go and see if there's anything left," Sevatar said after a short rest. He didn't think anything would be left. Meanwhile, the Traveler's Game had just begun.

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"Are you insulting my intelligence?" Inside the Legion, Jandor Skelewock, known as the Tattooed Count, sneered as he read the survivor's transcript. Several others nearby were equally skeptical. They couldn't believe a man barely wearing power armor could easily slaughter ten Black Armor Guards in close combat. True, despite possessing a Soul Extractor, the Traveler occasionally enjoyed the thrill of close combat.

"Everything I said is true. I can conduct relevant monitoring." The survivor stammered. He could not forget the scene where the other party punched a Terminator's upper body into a bloody mist.

The Tattooed Earl did not speak. He looked at the think tank behind the survivor. The latter nodded slightly, indicating that the survivor was not lying. Then the Tattooed Earl spoke.

"Alright, let's call this guy a monster for now. Sevatar has already gone to deal with him, and we'll probably see results soon. However, the work the Primarch has entrusted to us cannot stop. We must complete the mission as quickly as possible. No one can escape the terror brought by the Night Lords," the Tattooed Count said with a chuckle. Nearby, a group of men from the Primarch's homeworld sharpened their knives, while others from Terra expressed disgust. Still others on Terra chose to remain silent. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"You're the only Night Lords left on this ship. Are you prepared to face the horror?" The voice outside the door surprised the legion leaders. At this moment, the survivor struggled to his feet in fear. "That's him! This demon is coming! He's coming! I'll never forget that voice."

The Count immediately raised his plasma gun, and beside him, the other Night Lords officers also drew their weapons. However, at this moment, the Traveler punched through the heavy alloy door. Then, powerful psychic energy reverberated in the narrow cabin, instantly knocking the unsuspecting Night Lords officers unconscious. Then, the Traveler walked in and began to harvest souls one by one.

"The Tattooed Count? A celebrity." After reading his soul, the Traveler sneered, and then crushed the guy's soul without hesitation. Thus, the commander of the Night Lords in the future Battle of Terra, the future Chaos Demon Prince, fell at the hands of the Traveler.

Despite his godlike status, the Traveler maintained his cautious demeanor, always using minimal resources to complete his missions. Thus, upon arriving aboard the battleship, his first action was to sever its communications and quickly dispatch the Night Lords aboard. After all, they were concentrated in a few locations. For the Traveler, who could roam the galaxy, distance was meaningless. After reaping the souls of over a hundred Night Lords, he finally reached the battleship's interrogation room and dispatched all the captains of the Night Bat Council and the non-Council, strangling a few of the incorrigible villains.

"Sevata, I'm on the battleship Hellblade and have just had some exchanges with your colleagues. You are very dishonest and want to use orbital bombardment to eliminate me. Sevata, I'll give you a chance. Go to the agreed location and wait for me. Otherwise, you and your legion will lose at least more than 20 experienced senior officers, company commanders and think tanks." The traveler connected with Sevata again.

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"Damn it, what the hell are you trying to do?" Sevatar glanced at the communication log, and then recalled his previous treatment of the survivors. He immediately understood what had happened. This guy had indeed appeared at the agreed location, and before the orbital bombardment began, he used a survivor as a beacon to teleport to the Hellblade. Then, almost effortlessly, he completely defeated the Night Lords aboard the battleship. The entire process was outrageous!

"I'm playing, I'm venting. Just like you do on this planet." The traveler's cynical tone made Sevatar feel a chill in his heart.

"You don't know what you're about to face," Sevatar said, trying to calm himself. "Our Primarch will arrive soon. He represents punishment from the darkness. You will regret this." Sevatar had a vague feeling that this opponent was definitely not one he could handle. They were suppressing him in every way. He and the thousands of Night Lords seemed to be toyed with at their mercy. The most important thing was, you couldn't catch him!

At this moment, Sevatar was actually ready to negotiate terms with the other party. Regardless of whether there would be revenge in the future, he no longer wanted to continue fighting with the other party. It was not a question of whether he could win or not, but that the other party held the souls of a large number of senior officers of the Legion, and they might detain more souls in the future. If the other party suddenly didn't want to play anymore and simply killed them, all these valuable officers would be gone! Sevatar knew the importance of senior officers and technicians to the Legion. Curze could ignore them, but Sevatar had to! Otherwise, the Legion would be disbanded!

"They say the new recruits from Nostrum are a bunch of thugs, but I feel that's wrong. I've never seen such thugs who appear fierce but are actually weak. Your behavior truly disgraces the term thug! You've started a massacre, but its end is not up to you. Tell Curze I'm here for him!" The Traveler sneered. It was clear that He had sensed Sevatar's fear and retreat; after all, Sevatar now didn't even dare to curse.

"The Emperor's Handmen?" Sevatar asked tentatively. In Sevatar's opinion, aside from the Primarchs, the only beings so outrageous were those who served at the Emperor's side. Their power was beyond comprehension, considered the pinnacle of humanity. Their styles varied greatly. When the Emperor's patience ran out, these Handmen would represent divine punishment, while when others earned His approval, they would become their best assistants. The Night Lords, a Legion disfavored by the Emperor, and Sevatar, the most troublesome among them, had the good fortune to be disciplined by an Emperor's Handmen... However, he was proud that this Handmen had described him as a worthy opponent!

"Your mind is in turmoil," the Traveler said meaningfully. "If I were you, what would you do next? You must carry out my orders. If you don't, you're insubordinate. You know that once an Imperial Servant reveals his identity, he cannot disobey orders. You've blocked your own escape route."

Listening to the traveler's words, Sevatar felt a drop of cold sweat falling from his head.

"Okay, let me tell you something. I'm not an Emperor's servant, and I have nothing to do with the Terran bureaucracy or the Legion. Are you relieved now?" The traveler said with a smile.

"Huh..." Just as Sevatar was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly remembered something even more terrifying. Since this person wasn't an official in the Empire, yet he dared to act so boldly, it meant this guy truly had no inhibitions! After all, even if it was an Imperial retainer tasked with rectifying military discipline in a certain legion, he wouldn't dare easily annihilate over 20 company commanders, legion leaders, and even the think tank. But this guy dared!

"I will go to the appointment in person." Sevatar said with a grim face.

"You surrender so easily? I was planning to clean up another group of people. By the way, I want you scum to cheer up. I will arrive at the designated place in a day, but during this time, I will not stop hunting. The shadows of fear and death are echoing over you. Just wish you good luck and don't create such obvious opportunities for me again." After saying this, the traveler closed the communication.

The Traveler pondered the fate of the Night Lords for a long time. Simple preaching was futile. Curze's madness and inaction, coupled with the corruption of the Night Lords Legion from top to bottom, could not be solved by simply reasoning with Curze. After all, if reason could solve everything, then what was the point of punishment?

If the Iron Warriors' rebellion stemmed from the extreme nature of Perturabo, the endless pressure from the Imperium, and the Emperor's disdain, then this problem is easily solved by simply controlling Perturabo. But what about a Legion like the Night Lords, which is inherently corrupt? Control Curze and then let him take charge? Does he have the ability? Isn't Sevatar the Legion's Lord? Therefore, some of these toxic elements must be dealt with first. And this cannot be done through official channels. It's clear that someone did it, but it's unclear who did it. And the remaining Night Lords must be hinted that perhaps one day, this being that brings judgment will return!

"Sevatar, what should we do?" Shen said in horror. "Should we tell the Primarch about this? Or should we threaten him with the entire planet? It's obvious that our actions have caused this guy to be unhappy."

"He knows our Primarch, and he's not afraid of him. Even our Primarch might not be able to deal with such a fellow," Sevatar said, glancing at Shen. "As for your threat, if we fail, it will be a fight to the death. How many Legion members are you planning to kill? From the time this fellow launched his attack until now, in less than a day, he's killed or detained nearly 300 of his colleagues. Everyone who saw him, except me, is dead! What a terrifying power!"

Chapter 306 Sevatar: Give me a chance...

"But we have to come up with a solution eventually," Shen said.

"You go and tell the Primarch. Even if you will be beaten, you must tell him about this. I will go to see this guy. Also, tell the Black Armored Guards that everyone should stop killing and committing violence. If they don't want to... forget it. If they want to see if their lives are tough enough, then let them do it." Sevatar decided to give up.

"I still believe Lord Curze can handle this guy," Shen said, seemingly trying to comfort Sevatar.

"That's because you don't know the truly powerful beings in the galaxy!" Sevatar said coldly. "Unfortunately, we may have encountered one of these beings today. Those terrifying beings, not recorded in books, but observing this galaxy with cold eyes!" As the first person under the Primarch, Sevatar had been exposed to more things, including some seemingly groundless content! He didn't believe it before, but now, he was a little convinced!

"So the one we provoked today is a truly powerful one? One that can leave our entire legion helpless?" Shen said with some concern. "Sevatar, we haven't been in contact with this guy for long. It's too early to draw conclusions now."

"My inspiration is completely unable to capture the other party. Do you understand what I mean?" Sevatar said with a grim face.

"This... is truly a terrible thing," Shen sighed. "I'll go find the Primarch. Take care." Sevatar possesses psychic powers, and his psychic abilities tend to be precognitive. In fact, Sevatar's psychic abilities are quite strong. In numerous operations, in addition to his exceptional command and personal combat prowess, his precognitive abilities have greatly aided him. This is a secret, known only to a select few. (In the background, due to the Council of Nikaea, Sevatar's psychic powers were suppressed. After the Heresy, Sevatar used his psychic powers to enter Curze's mind and awaken Curze, who had been severely injured by the Lion King. His psychic powers are quite powerful.)

But now, Sevatar couldn't make any predictions about the other party, that is, complete psychic suppression. Shen estimated that the psychic power of this existence was no less than that of the Emperor's servant who had punished them.

"Why don't I go and face this guy." Shen said.

"No, I'll go. He's looking for me," said Sevatar.

"Why? Why is he targeting you?" Shen asked somewhat puzzled.

"Maybe it's because I scolded him during our first conversation?" For some reason, this thought popped into Sevatar's mind. "Some people are vindictive, and we're one of them. This time, we ran into someone of our own kind, but he's even stronger."

"There's a saying that's true: it takes evil to defeat evil," Sevatar sighed. He was also dissatisfied with the Legion's corruption, but he couldn't change it. But now, even if you want to change, it depends on whether they will give you the chance. You say you want to be a good person now? What were you doing before?

"Okay, I'm going. If I don't come back this time, the Legion will be in your hands," Sevatar said, patting the other man on the shoulder. "Be tough on those villains."

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"I lost this fucking thing?" Looking at his brothers lying on the ground, Sevatar, who was knocked down by a punch, looked at the person in front of him in shock. The other person's figure seemed a little vague, giving people a feeling of unreality.