Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

As the curtain of the warp opened again, Horus' main fleet, led by the Glorious Queen-class battleship Tyrant, finally arrived at its destination. At this time, the chaotic situation in the entire galaxy made Horus immediately feel the crisis of the situation. The Emperor's Son Fleet brought by Fulgrim was attacking Abaddon's fleet, but Abaddon had no information at all.

"Damn it! How could this happen? Immediately control the Imperial Fleet. If anyone disobeys, disarm or eliminate them!" Horus ordered, then turned to Loken. "Loken, get ready. You come with me. Sejanus, you will command the entire fleet."

Horus's command remained strong. He spotted the Emperor's flagship, the Pride of the Emperor, and realized the severity of the situation. He now needed to locate Fulgrim and resolve the situation through a boarding. It wasn't that a fleet battle was impossible, but rather that boarding was the tactic that would minimize losses for both sides. Horus remained confident in his skills and those of his followers.

"My blades fight for you," Loken, already waiting in the transporter room, responded via the communicator. He was ready, having climbed aboard his custom-built, giant battle mech. Its nine-meter height made it stand out among the dreadnoughts and vehicles. The power sword in his right hand and the forcefield shield in his left gleamed with dazzling light.

"Father, Lord Fulgrim, Abaddon and the Emperor's Chamberlain are all on the Paragon. Fulgrim is leading the attack on Abaddon and his men, and the Emperor's Chamberlain seems to be fighting with some terrifying existence!" A moment later, Sigianus, who had taken over the command of the fleet, reported anxiously.

"Abaddon! Damn it!" Horus felt despair upon hearing the news. He rushed to the teleportation room like a madman, shouting "Teleport Strike".

"Folgen, we are not done with this matter yet!" cursed the neatly dressed Horus.

"Loken, don't hold back! I said, don't hold back!" Horus shouted to Loken beside him. Although Loken was no match for Abaddon in single combat, Horus knew that Loken and his men were almost the most capable fighters outside of his own Primarch's guard. Well-trained and equipped, and relying on advanced equipment and tactics, these Darkan's Forgers became one of the most formidable fighting formations in the Legion.

"Okay, sir, except for Fulgrim, leave the rest to me." Locke said after a moment of hesitation.

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"Fulgrim, look at what you have become!" Abaddon, who was knocked to the ground by a punch, spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm. He held the broken sword in his hand horizontally in front of him.

"Me? Are you marveling at my perfection?" Fulgrim leaned closer. A shadowy figure behind him was stirring. The next moment, Fulgrim saw his own distorted self through the reflection of Abaddon's sword. His skin was pale, his face twisted, and his once ornate armor was riddled with dents. He exuded a sickly and corrupted aura.

"This... is me?" Fugen took a few steps back in fear. "No, this isn't me. This isn't what I want." Fugen looked up at the battlefield, which was littered with rubble and shattered bodies.

"How could this happen?" Fogen, who was frightened by the horrific scene in reality, regained his self-esteem in an instant, but this was only temporary.

"Killing and bloodshed are both an art." A moment later, Fulgrim's expression changed again. He looked towards Abaddon and the few remaining Luna Wolves. At that moment, accompanied by a flash of teleportation, a group of towering figures appeared before Fulgrim, and at their leader was none other than the enraged Horus!

"Folgen!" The angry Horus with red eyes was the first to rush up. The moment he appeared on the Paragon, he launched the charge without hesitation. He swung his warhammer called the World Breaker in his right hand and smashed it hard on Fulgrim's head. At this moment, he really didn't hold back!

Contrary to popular belief, Horus is a warrior. In battle, he possesses an agility disproportionate to his massive size. He pursues the renowned Fulgrim, his hammer and power claws unleashing relentless attacks. He seems faster and more agile than Fulgrim. In terms of strength, he overpowers Fulgrim. Their weapons collide in mid-air, Horus's attacks relentlessly thrashing Fulgrim until he tires of defending himself.

"Horus, you don't understand me. I have found a new path, true perfection! And in the pursuit of true perfection, we only need to pay some insignificant price!" Fugen roared.

"Go to hell with your perfection! You are polluted, and pollution needs to be purified! And you made a mistake, so you must bear the consequences." Horus was unmoved, and the weapon in his hand kept pressing forward.

"Horus, we are no longer the same." Fulgrim's voice was vague, like his, but not his.

Horus paid no attention to Fulgrim, intent on subduing his brother. His claws sliced ​​through Fulgrim's power armor, while his Worldbreaker hammer in his right hand simultaneously knocked Fulgrim's slashing blade aside. Then, Horus's massive shoulder slammed into Fulgrim's chest, sending him careening sideways. At that moment, a massive shadow burst forth from the slashing blade. The Great Daemon of Slaanesh had finally struck!

"This is..." Horus, witnessing this for the first time, was stunned. He watched in amazement as a creature the size of a mecha version of a knight burst forth from a demonic sword. The Archdemon's sharp claws slammed down upon the Primarch. Horus parried the blow with his warhammer, but was temporarily forced back.

"Folgen, look at what you have done! Look at this monster, this alien in front of you!" Horus said with great sorrow. Obviously, he also realized that this magic sword was the root cause of Fulgrim's corruption.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Loken had already led several giant mechas and a large number of Iron Wolf mechas, and the Fearless had either disarmed or wiped out the Emperor's troops. They gradually surrounded them and aimed at the last enemy.

"Horus, I don't know why this happened. I really don't know why. I originally..." Fulgrim, freed from the demon's control, threw away his sword and wept bitterly. The moment the demon left, Fulgrim finally regained some of his sanity. "I just felt that something was good. I did it for the Legion, for my father, and for humanity..."

"Horus, you will eventually meet your own destiny." The great devil turned around and wanted to leave. He fled from the battlefield at an astonishing speed. However, at this moment, a terrifying scream suddenly came from several decks above, and then a powerful psychic storm spread out. Even though there were several decks between them, people still felt extremely uncomfortable!

"Primal destruction! Damn it, it's the Abomination, it's the power of the Hidden Ones!" The Great Demon finally panicked, realizing he might never be able to return to the Six Rings of Slaanesh. He faced not exile, but fundamental annihilation.

A portal appeared on the battlefield. The Traveler's clone emerged from it, surveying the battlefield before addressing Horus. "Primarch Horus, Fulgrim is now in your care. Please assign me some personnel to deal with this fellow with me." The Traveler pointed his sword at the enemy.

"My lord, I will go with you." Abaddon struggled to stand up.

"Be quiet, what you need now is rest." Horus looked at Abaddon, who was covered in wounds, with some heartache.

"No, no need, father, I can still fight. I can't let Loken..." Abaddon said as he dragged his body forward.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency. I will handle matters here. Please proceed as you please. Loken and his guards will cooperate with you. Once all the Emperor's enemies are completely annihilated, I will discuss the next steps with you personally." Horus turned to look at the traveler, a hint of apology on his face.

"You go ahead and do your work." The traveler nodded and then waved his hand, signaling Loken to follow. They began to chase the fleeing Slaanesh demon. The space here had been locked by the traveler, and the demon could not escape!

"Would you like to give it a try?" the traveler said to Loken.

"You seem to be familiar with these guys?" Locke asked, turning the mecha.

"I guess so. They are our eternal enemies. They are more terrifying than the Randan aliens. You must learn to fight them in the future." said the traveler.

"Yes, my lord." Loken nodded, then piloted his giant mech into battle with the demon. Realizing he wasn't gaining the upper hand, he pulled two companions aboard to join the fight. The three giant mechs unleashed unbridled force, attacking the demon with plasma, melta, power swords, and thunder hammers. Occasionally, the Traveler would unleash a psychic power from behind, restricting the demon's movement. With each blow, the demon let out a shrill wail, attempting to curse these humans while simultaneously resenting Slaanesh for abandoning him. However, his fate was sealed.

"This skill level needs to improve," the Traveler muttered to himself, watching the battle unfold in the distance. Honestly, back in the 30th century, the initial kills of the Daemons were quite impressive, and many Primarchs suffered. After the Thousand Sons Legion, the foremost expert against Daemons, was decimated by Old T, the cost of banishing a Daemon was extremely high. Even Primarchs had to fight tooth and nail, like the Slaanesh Daemon Manushya, who battled the Khan for a long time.

Finally, under the "enchantment" of the Traveler, Loken drove the giant mecha, and the long sword in his hand, carrying the brilliance of the Traveler's divine power, pierced into the heart of the demon, and engulfed the target with purifying flames. Everything was over!

"Huh... These bizarre creatures simply defy common sense." After the battle, Loken hopped off the mech and approached the Traveler. "He's even more powerful than the Brain Eater of the Randan Alien. He's not only a powerful psyker, but also a seasoned warrior. His strength, agility, and speed are unmatched. What kind of alien is this?"

"You will encounter more of the evil in the Warp in the future, so be prepared," said the traveler.

"Sir, our mission is completed. Should we go back and report?" Locke asked tentatively.

"You can go back. It's not the right time for me to go there now." The Traveler shook his head, somewhat helplessly saying that he needed to give Horus and Fulgrim some time. In fact, the Traveler was also quite depressed. He could give his operation a 95 point score. Whether it was the use of divine power, the choice of timing, or the overall planning, it was simply MAX. But divine power is not as powerful as fate! If Fulgrim and Horus had not been locked in fate, these two unfortunate children would have been able to escape the clutches of the evil god after this incident. Just like Ahriman back then, however, it is easy to change the Chosen Ones, but it is difficult to change the Primarchs!

But hard work is rewarded after all. It may not be possible to change the fate of some people, but there will always be others whose fate will return to the right path. The traveler's actions will attract more people to join the loyalists.

"Then let me walk with you." Locke said after thinking for a moment.

"Okay, let's go for a walk." The traveler nodded.

"With something this serious happening, how should we clean up this warship and its personnel?" Loken finished speaking. As if fearing the traveler might misunderstand him, he immediately explained, "I'm talking about how we can technically handle this pollution."

"Not just this warship, all the warships involved in the battle will be handed over to professionals for purification. From the surface to the machine soul. As for the personnel, once they are confirmed to be infected by Chaos, they will be detained and dealt with according to the degree of infection." The traveler thought for a while and said.

Without divine power, those contaminated by Chaos would have no chance of salvation. Killing and burning them would be the Emperor's mercy. On this plane, however, because humanity possesses gods, some contamination can be cleansed. To put it bluntly, we are all gods, and so-called contamination and purification are simply the overlapping and contamination of divine power. The essence is the same. Aside from those bound by fate, ordinary contamination isn't a major problem, provided the purified can withstand it... Of course, this can't be left to Horus; he wouldn't understand. It must be left to the Emperor's attendants and the relevant departments. However, given the scarcity of divine power, some serious cases will still be cleansed. After all, fortune currently aligns with the Chaos Gods, and both the Emperor and the Traveler must exercise due diligence.

"And what about Lord Fulgrim?" Locke asked.

"I will perform an exorcism on him," said the traveler.

"Can the exorcism ritual solve the problem once and for all?" Locke asked.

"No, it can't," the traveler replied, and this answer made Loken's eyes turn into dangerous needles.

"What a pity..." said Locke.

"Are you disappointed?" The traveler turned around and looked at Locke meaningfully.

"Yes, I'm disappointed. I originally thought that the problem could be solved if you took action." Locke said.

"Haha, there may be more disappointments in the future." The traveler said meaningfully.

"This rune on you looks familiar," Loken said, gazing at the traveler's robes. "It seems this rune is known as the Infinity Rune in the Traveler's sect, signifying the passage of time and space."

"You've researched the Traveler Cult?" the Traveler asked, quite surprised. Loken was known for his rationality and calmness, and such people were naturally hostile to the gods.

"Yes." Locke nodded.

"Why?" asked the traveler.

"Because this worship seems to be real. When the Traveler's followers pray devoutly or practice the Traveler's teachings, there will indeed be some metaphysical and irrational reactions." Locke said.

"So, because it works, you choose to believe it a little bit?" The Traveler said to Loken with a smile. It was obvious that Loken couldn't be the Traveler's devout believer. The reason was simple: with such a kind soul like Loken, if he truly believed in the Traveler, how could the Traveler not know? This guy was probably just praying at the last minute.

"Yes, although I don't like gods, but..." Locke said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Since it's useful, why not believe it a little?" The Traveler began to rack up his points. "You participated in the Randan War, and you know the cruelty of war, where every resource is used to fight. Since the Emperor believes that the worship of the Traveler can be promoted, then believe in it. You, on the other hand, are just running out of time and overthinking things," the Traveler said half-seriously, half-jokingly.

Chapter 328: The Treatment of the Emperor's Children (6K)

"I... have time?" Loken's face was filled with disbelief. He even wanted to tell the person in front of him how hard it was. However, thinking back to his experience on the Randan battlefield, Loken felt relieved. After all, although his current work was busy, he knew what to do. Back then, Loken, and perhaps many others, had been confused by the battle!

"Okay, Locke, it's right to think about some things and it's also right to be vigilant. But how should I put it, it's better to believe in some things." said the traveler.

"So, as a servant of the Emperor, you believe in the Traveler?" Loken asked.

"I believe in human civilization. I believe that human civilization will become the most dazzling civilization in the galaxy. We will uphold the destiny of mankind. This is our destiny! It's that simple. Every person and every thing has his many sides and is not the same. And in the history of human civilization, there is not only one emperor. Think about the collapse of Randan civilization and certain things. Don't you understand that there are many great beings who have worked with the emperor to pull human civilization back from the brink of collapse?" said the traveler.

"Lord Balder vanished before the Battle of Randan, along with the Tower of Light and the Endless Journey. They deserve to be revered, remembered, and believed in," Loken said tentatively. Clearly, as a man with a sharp mind and having worked with Balder, Loken had his own theories.

"Do your own thing and be wary of the corruption of the void. Perhaps in the near future, we will encounter beings more terrifying than the Randan xenos and their minions." The Traveler patted Loken on the shoulder and left. Enough had been said today; the rest would require his own experience. Meanwhile, Horus also began to deal with Fulgrim.

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"Brother, answer me, what have you done?" The officers and soldiers of the Luna Wolves stood in a circle away from the Primarchs, with their backs to the two Primarchs, and prohibited anyone from entering.

"What on earth has driven you so mad? Your depravity and behavior simply fill me with fear and anger! You have been controlled. It is hard for me to imagine that one of my brothers, a Primarch as outstanding as I am, an offspring of the great Emperor of Mankind, would actually succumb to the demons and monsters of the Warp! Tell me everything you know, and don't hide anything." Horus looked at Fulgrim slumped on the ground, his right hand tightly gripping the Worldbreaker Hammer. Even though Fulgrim in front of him appeared so harmless, after seeing Fulgrim's depravity and madness just now, Horus still remained vigilant enough.

"At first, I was just curious about sonic weapons and the knowledge behind them..." In this situation, Fugen explained in detail how he met Enkali and how he was seduced and gradually fell into depravity. Although there were definitely some elements of glorifying himself and exonerating himself, it generally adhered to the facts.

"What a vicious plot." After hearing this, Horus sighed, lowering his hammer slightly. "Fulgrim, the enemy's plot is indeed insidious, but it's ultimately your own fault that has led you to this point. You pursued perfection too much, you were too conceited, and you misinterpreted perfection as superficial splendor and the ultimate experience. For the sake of so-called perfection, you became hypocritical, even resorting to false means to cover up your own failures. This isn't perfection, it's vanity! This makes you more susceptible to corruption. The same is true of your descendants. Even Torgaddon told me that he loathes certain people, including the recently fallen Eidolon."

Horus felt nothing but pity for his brother's misfortune and anger at his lack of resolve. "Promise me, Fulgrim, that from this day forward, you will change yourself and face your problems. Our father named your Legion the Emperor's Children and allowed you to use the Sky Eagle as your Legion emblem. This is a recognition and reward for you. Don't let our father down, okay?" Horus said sincerely.

"Horus, I was wrong, I was really wrong. But my legion and my descendants cannot be despised because of this. Horus, please help me? Help me!" Fulgrim begged.

"Alright, I'll do my best. I won't let Jonson or Perturabo take you. You're my closest brother." Horus lowered his Worldbreaker hammer and helped Fulgrim to his feet. "But now, some procedures must be followed. You must be temporarily detained by me. I will assign you to the Tyrant. Your subordinates will be inspected and screened. These are all necessary steps. So you must be patient. Our father has entrusted me with this mission, which shows that he does not wish to treat you the same way he treated Angron. I will speak with the Emperor's attendant and report the outcome to my father," Horus counseled.

"Okay, Horus, I believe you. We have always been the best brothers." Fugen said with emotion.

"Take my brother away," Horus ordered. Fulgrim was then led away by the Luna Wolves, and the remaining Imperial Children were imprisoned separately. Horus rubbed his numb temples, knowing there was one more matter he needed to address. "Invite that lord to come over. I want to discuss something with him," Horus said to Malonos beside him.

"As you command, my lord." Malonos took the order and left.

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"What's your name, sir?" Horus asked with a smile, looking at the Traveler. From his previous conversation with Sol Tarvitz, he already knew the Traveler's codename for this operation—Monk. But it was clear that Horus wanted to know his real name.

"Just call me monk. When we are on a mission outside, we only have code names, not names," said the traveler.

"I thought your mission was over. We could talk freely in a relatively relaxed atmosphere," Horus said, a hint of disappointment on his face. As he spoke, he carefully observed the Emperor's attendant before him. How could he put it? He felt something special about him. It wasn't like Horus had never seen an Emperor's attendant before; on the contrary, they had collaborated many times. While his Legion didn't have any permanent members, Horus's vision was certainly high. He could sense that even among the Emperor's attendants, he stood out from the crowd.

"Do the Emperor's Handmen also have their own leaders?" Horus fell into deep thought. He had learned about the Emperor's Handmen through various channels. These powerful beings generally acted independently. It wasn't that they had no subordinates, but generally, no more than two of them would appear on a single mission. The only rare exception seemed to be an Emperor's Handmen codenamed Professor and another colleague. From what Horus knew, their relationship was that of brothers, brothers indeed. Otherwise, the Emperor's Handmen seemed to act alone. They would assist each other, but there was no clear hierarchy, completely different from the Legions or even the Custodes.

But the person before him gave him the impression that this Emperor's attendant was definitely something special. As Primarchs, especially exceptional ones, few in the Imperium could truly intimidate Horus. Besides his father and some of his brothers, Malcador among mortals was one, and Constantine, the Commander of the Imperial Guards, was another. And if this Emperor's attendant was truly special, then Horus felt that his status in his father's eyes might be no less than Constantine's. If that was the case, he would have to be cautious.

"Well, let's first discuss the Imperial Legion and my brother. Business is more important," Horus continued after a moment's reflection. "How will you deal with Fulgrim? I believe my brother was seduced and deceived. He has good intentions, but can be a bit naive at times. That's my fault."

"I will first purify Fulgrim, and then the Emperor will ask Fulgrim to meet with him. The entire audience process will probably last for several months, or even longer. During this time, you and your legion can use this time to identify and screen the Emperor's Children Legion. The Imperial Guard will be personally involved in this matter." said the traveler.

"Just a brief audience?" Horus said after a moment's hesitation.

"Yes, it's just a brief audience. You should know your father would never lie to you," the traveler said. "Also, the Emperor's Legion has grown quite large now. In addition to the legionnaires, there are also a large number of vassal troops. These all need to be dealt with."

"Indeed, my father would never lie to me." Horus nodded, feeling a touch of pride. It seemed Fulgrim wouldn't be under the Emperor's long-term control like Angron had been. And even from Horus's perspective, Fulgrim had gone too far this time. This treatment was understandable.

"A Legion of 10 men would take quite a while to clear," Horus mused. It was undeniable that Fulgrim had some ability. When Fulgrim returned to the Legion, the Emperor's Children had been nearly annihilated. He swore before 300 of his own sons that he would rebuild the Legion's glory. And now, Fulgrim had largely fulfilled his promise. The Emperor's Children now numbered nearly 10 men! Their combat prowess left even the Sons of Guilliman in awe, sometimes even surprising Ferrus. (In the background, the Emperor's Children, led by Akurduna, used mobility and cunning tactics to defeat the Iron Hands' barrage of steel in maneuvers. Later, in the ring, Akurduna displayed his prowess, overwhelming nearly the entire Iron Hands Legion. This left Ferrus feeling somewhat melancholy.)

After the Heresy, the Emperor's Children, though deeply corrupted by Slaanesh, also had some notable performances, such as Fulgrim's defeat of Ferrus and Eidolon's ambush of the Khan. Fortunately, the Emperor's Children had a relatively large number of loyalists, numbering 3, and Angron's "indirect loyalty." The Battle of Isstvan III, which ultimately devolved into a brutal ground battle, cost the Emperor's Children 3 men, nearly half the Legion's strength. Otherwise, the Emperor's Children would have been a far more formidable foe for the loyalists.

Even at the end of the Heresy, Fulgrim and his fleet successfully captured Guilliman, who then led a host of Chapters to battle Fulgrim. However, the Grand Chapter proved to be rubbish, and Guilliman was inferior to Fulgrim in both strategy, tactics, and combat. Guilliman, left with no choice but to board the ship with 800 of his scions, and was subsequently carried away...

"There are some loyal and reliable people in the Emperor's Children Legion, such as Lord Commander Vespasian and Swordmaster Akurduna. They are reliable and capable. Having them assist in the investigation is a very good choice. It can greatly reduce the pressure on the Shadow Moon Wolves Legion and increase the speed of the investigation." said the traveler.

"Vespasian? He is indeed a man of high moral character and immense ability," Horus said, rubbing his chin. "I agree with that. So what then?" With that, Horus looked at the Traveler. He knew that the treatment of Fulgrim couldn't end there. Whether it was his purification, arranging his subsequent audience, or the subsequent investigation of the Legion, it was all about saving Fulgrim and the Legion. It had to be done. And these rescue measures were not the same as punishment. Fulgrim had caused such a big mess, how could he be let off like this?

Horus never believed this matter could remain secret, for so many were implicated. He had his own channels, and so surely did those excellent brothers, like Jonson, Ferrus, and Guilliman. He could help Fulgrim, but there were limits to his assistance, and punishment was necessary. Otherwise, how would the other brothers view him? As Primarch, Horus understood the concerns of some of his brothers. If they were asked to actually take action against their brothers, most would be reluctant or uncomfortable. However, if they saw a brother committing a wrongdoing and there was no adequate punishment, the other brothers would likely be deeply dissatisfied. Simply put, he feared his brothers would starve, but also worried about them having it too easy.

"After this incident, many people are no longer suitable to stay in the Emperor's Children Legion. For example, Tarvitz, Zavin who followed me, and some others. Although their actions saved the legion, with Fulgrim's temper and personality, I don't think they will have a good future in the legion." The traveler said bluntly.

"I understand," Horus nodded. After all, these people had objectively slapped Fulgrim in the face. Regardless of Fulgrim's outcome, these people and those behind them were destined to be labeled "unwelcome" by Fulgrim and the rest of the Legion. Did you really think Tarvitz and his company were the only ones involved in this operation? How could that be? There were many more who provided intelligence, cover, and other assistance.

"I want to take some of these people with me," said the traveler. To be honest, whether it was Tarvitz or Zavin, they and their companions had done enough and should not stay in the Emperor's Legion any longer.

"That's fine," Horus agreed. In reality, many legions would draw some of their elite troops to participate in the Emperor's Servants' operations. For example, after Professor A's battle with Randan, he had many legionnaires under his command. The Luna Wolves would also draw some men, and this was the case with all legions. Therefore, it was acceptable to draw Tarvitz and the others under this pretext. However, the size of this force was not very large.

"But this alone is not enough," said the traveler.

"Your Excellency, are you planning to split the Legion? That's going too far." Horus seemed to sense the Traveler's intention. "After this incident, the Emperor's Children Legion has already suffered heavy losses. Add to that the officers and men who were executed or inducted into the Criminal Barracks, and the Emperor's Children Legion has suffered losses comparable to those suffered in a large-scale battle. And if you also factor in the men you have taken with you, the Emperor's Children Legion has been severely weakened."

"I have contacted my father, and he asked me to take charge of this matter. I will not allow the Emperor's Children Legion to be torn apart. This is absolutely not allowed." Horus said seriously.

"You think too much of me." The traveler said with a smile.

"Haha, we have all experienced a lot of fighting and the pain and hardship involved are beyond the understanding of outsiders. We are not the good people that ordinary people think we are." Horus sneered.

"The Emperor will establish a professional force to deal with threats in the Warp," the Traveler said. Horus frowned slightly, but then relaxed. After all, with such a serious incident, it would be abnormal for the Emperor not to make arrangements.

"All legions will establish such troops. Even now, as I discuss this with you, my companions have already or are on their way to meet with other primarchs. These troops will be selected from the elite of the legions and receive special training. But it is obvious that Fulgrim is not suitable for this task at this time." said the Traveler.

"So?" Horus asked.

"So, these elite troops drawn from the Emperor's Children Legion need to be temporarily led and commanded by other Primarchs. I personally think that you, Excellency, are a very good choice. After all, your two legions cooperate very well, and your actions this time were very decisive and efficient. After Fulgrim's situation stabilizes and he takes charge of this force again, we can return it to him." The Traveler said with a smile.

"Is this really appropriate?" Horus's face stiffened. He hadn't expected the Emperor's attendant before him to propose such a disciplinary plan. Objectively speaking, this arrangement did weaken the Emperor's Children Legion. But both legally and practically, this solution seemed quite good!

The establishment of specialized units to combat the demons of the Warp was a must-do for all Legions. Horus supported this. Perhaps it was the prevailing trend. Then there was the matter of the Emperor's Children Legion. If he so desired, this unit would surely be placed under his control. The Emperor's attendant before him had already expressed his approval, and Fulgrim undoubtedly trusted him as well. With just a nod, the matter was settled.

The Emperor and the Traveler had conducted in-depth discussions and negotiations regarding the fate of the Emperor's Children and Fulgrim. According to the Emperor, it might be impossible to bring Fulgrim back completely, but after the Traveler captured Fabius Bile and made numerous preparations, the Gods of Order believed that, at least this time, with their combined efforts, they could bring back half of Fulgrim!

That's right, the so-called "the trend is hard to change" means that Fugen's corruption is inevitable, but it does not mean that the uncontaminated parts cannot be used to create another Fugen. Although this statement is unpleasant to hear, it is like this for the gods.

The division and disposal of Fulgrim would come later. For now, preparations for the Emperor's Children and other legions had already begun. Establishing anti-daemon units for each legion, including the Traitors, was a crucial step. The establishment of anti-daemon units within the Loyalist legions was for the upcoming battles. And the establishment of anti-daemon units within the Traitors legions was to provide the Loyalists with an organization and to attract more people to their side. Even the commanders of the anti-daemon units within the Traitors legions had been appointed by the Emperor and the Traveler.