Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"So, what you mean is that strength is right?" The traveler's face changed slightly and he asked back.

"Isn't it? Because we are stronger than those aliens and the rulers of those pocket kingdoms, so they must operate according to the rules we set, submit to us and obey us." Hal said.

"It is encouraged to eliminate enemies with powerful force and various strategies. However, if, in a civilized system, everything is governed by force, it will be a very bad thing, and may even destroy civilization itself. Swords are necessary, but it is human reason and wisdom that truly control the sword, not the sword that controls people. We established the empire through violence, but the empire is not just about violence." The traveler said seriously, and his words caused many people to discuss. In fact, many of Horus's descendants only believe in the theory of strength! They believe that might makes right.

Does Grand Astartesism exist? It certainly does. It wasn't particularly evident in the 40th Century. While most mortals, Imperial bureaucrats, and the Admiralty held the Astartes in awe and respect, the Space Marines weren't a strong presence in the Imperial power structure, far less so than the Inquisition and the Mechanicus. Basically, for most Chapters, Imperial institutions generally didn't intervene in the affairs of the Astartes homeworlds, and Chapters didn't interfere with Imperial decisions. This had both advantages and disadvantages.

However, in the 30th century, the Legions were truly powerful. If a Primarch so desired, not only could a trusted Legion like Horus or a powerful Legion like the Luna Wolves, but even Curze could, if he chose, gather a vast swath of gray or even black forces. This is what is known as Curze's Dark Empire. Horus's rebellion, despite the Primarch being bewitched or controlled by a deity, was driven by the belief that might is right, a belief still held strong within many Legions. Coupled with the fact that many Legion officers and soldiers were genuinely dissatisfied with their treatment, and other factors, this rebellion was inevitable.

The Traveler scoffed at this argument. After all, if you were to ask about strength, who among humans could be stronger than him besides the giant golden guy? But the Traveler wouldn't rely on violence as the basis of his rule.

"Sir, all rules and order require sufficient violence to maintain. The strong should be respected and given sufficient status. This has always been the case since ancient times," Hal said. His words were agreed by many people.

"Well, then tell me, what is a strong person? How do you define a strong person?" A playful smile appeared on the traveler's lips.

"In fact, the long years have made me understand many things, but sometimes, some questions bother me. Can you answer me?" asked the traveler.

"I'm happy to serve you." Hal nodded, and the traveler could sense his ambition. Although he was respectful in words, his heart was not really respectful.

"Look, a man who can't tear a Titan apart with his bare hands, or even take down a battleship by himself, can he be called a strong man?" The traveler said, and swept his eyes over all the people present. Those who had been so arrogant just now, the moment the opponent traveler's eyes came into their sight, the whole person shrank like a frightened quail.

At this moment, Hal was completely stunned. After all, in his mind, the Primarch was already the most powerful being he could imagine. However, tearing apart a Titan single-handedly was still a bit beyond his capabilities. After all, if the Primarch hadn't awakened his Warp essence, the only person who could have done it was probably Magnus. Furthermore, the fight was extremely strenuous. If it weren't for the strength of his men, Magnus's outcome would have been uncertain if he hadn't been attacked by an Eldar Titan.

Sanguinius, the most powerful of the Primarchs, was able to take down a Warlord-class Titan, a feat he could boast about. Angron, even fending off a crushing blow from a Warhound Titan, was also awe-inspiring. Hal had heard of shredding Titans with his bare hands, but he'd never seen one. After all, even Alpha and Beta-class psykers possessed this ability, but it was extremely rare and unstable. As for Gamma-class psykers, they were far less so, though they were supposed to exist in the background of GK. While GK shredding Archdemons was possible, forcing them to fight Titans was out of the question. The former was a gift from the Emperor, specifically for demons. If the latter truly relied on materialism, GK would be no match.

Although these words shocked him greatly, Hal felt that perhaps this person could really do it.

"Hmph, you know nothing about power," the Traveler snorted. "I've met many Legionnaires, many of whom participated in the Randan War. Having experienced the most horrific battles in the universe, they've learned humility and recognized their place. It's you, on the other hand, whose words and actions are truly laughable. You use so-called power to distinguish yourselves from your compatriots. Little do you know that in the eyes of some truly superior beings, you're no different than them. For some beings, killing an ordinary person is a blow, and so is killing you."

"Might makes right? Haha, many people played that game back then, myself included. But everything that happened later taught us that it doesn't work. Might is limited and requires support. It requires the wealth of ordinary people, craftsmen to create powerful weapons, and the cooperation of other armed forces. You only emphasize the role of military force, while ignoring the foundation and fundamentals that gave rise to this system. The development of civilization is the fundamental goal. And military might cannot solve all problems."

"Forget it. Why would I discuss this with you guys? Your so-called strength comes largely from your Gene-Father, and the Primarch's strength comes from the Emperor. But I'm different from you all. I'm strong because I'm truly strong. I became the Emperor's attendant because I'm strong enough, not because I became strong because I became the Emperor's attendant. That's the fundamental difference between us." The traveler's face showed a lack of interest. He seemed to be dismissive of what Hal said about strength.

"Think about the armaments in your hands, think about the raw materials for supplying the warships, think about the navigators, astropaths and mortals who contribute to the fleet's navigation, which are hundreds of times more numerous than the legions. Think about their contributions. You always look up at the stars, but ignore the people around you. Put away your arrogance." After the traveler finished speaking, he looked to the side of the passage. Torgaddon and Loken had already arrived, and the two seemed to be whispering.

The Traveler had no intention of continuing the verbal exchange. Judging from the current situation, no one on the other side seemed to want to fight him. He explained some things to the Legion's soldiers and made his point. There were gains, but there would undoubtedly be some irritants. There wasn't much to say about these guys; they would wait until the great rebellion came, and then they would decide who was superior on the battlefield.

However, the Traveler hadn't anticipated that his brazen, even seemingly arrogant and aggressive, remarks would actually evoke admiration from some. After all, the core of Cthonian gang culture is the worship of the strong. The Traveler's previous display of strength was powerful enough, and after witnessing the devastating scene of the Traveler's battle with the Slaanesh Daemon, some veterans who had participated in the operation against the Emperor's Child spread stories and legends within the Warrior Society.

"Okay, some of these words are harsh, but this is the reality of this galaxy." The traveler returned to his seat and poured himself a glass of wine. Even though he had expressed his intention to no longer pursue certain claims, the entire society remained eerily quiet, with almost everyone quietly contemplating something.

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"The moment just now, my lord, was truly terrifying. It was the kind of terror that went straight into the depths of my soul." Togarton looked at the figure of the traveler in the distance, and he inadvertently recalled the existence sitting on the throne more than 100 years ago, at the most critical stage of the Battle of Randan, and it was even difficult to define whether it was still a human being.

"Transcend the ordinary and become a saint." Locke said in a complicated tone.

"It's surprising to hear such words coming from you," Torgaddon said. He understood that Loken was very resistant to certain things related to the occult. For a while, Loken had even been mulling over one thing: how to prove that Lord Balder, the former second-in-command of the Space Wolves, was actually a human being, someone who had achieved such a high level through some kind of technology or logic, rather than the god mentioned in some literature.

In the end, this argument failed because there were too many things that Loken, even the most outstanding Mechanicus, could not explain. Later, Loken gave up because a great sage from Huangquan No. 8, named Taxin, who loved collecting and traveling, persuaded him to do so.

"Your knowledge is like water in a bowl, while you're researching an ocean of knowledge. What's your head full of except conjecture and speculation? You can't even repair a Titan, and you still want to use science and technology to explain such profound problems? What else could you do with your time?" the great sage named Tasin said jokingly at the time. He then stole one of his cups...

"However, this lord seems very decent and doesn't abuse his power. I find it hard to imagine how terrible it would be if he used his power recklessly to rule or do something," Torgadon said. Well, to put it simply, this lord is reasonable and has a bottom line.

"A man of high moral character." Loken nodded in agreement. After all, during the Great Crusade, Loken had seen countless tyrants and powerful individuals, none of whom were nearly as powerful as this one. Even the Primarch, in Loken's opinion, didn't seem particularly formidable to this self-proclaimed monk. Given this man's strength, his demeanor could be considered approachable.

"Alright, Sejanus is calling us, let's go meet him. Thankfully, nothing happened today," Torgaddon said. In Torgaddon's opinion, the fact that no conflict broke out and that all the Luna Wolves present weren't expelled was the best outcome. After all, the Warrior Society wasn't just about friendship; making friends through fistfights was also common.

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"Excuse me, but the ideas of some within the Legion are truly naive and ridiculous," Sejanus said to the Traveler. He himself, in fact, had a problem with the idea that might makes right. He had criticized certain Legions many times, but Sejanus was too busy, and many high-ranking Legion members supported this view, such as Horus the Younger. Abaddon was also known for his temper.

"Take your time. Some people's mindsets will eventually change." The Traveler sighed, seemingly undecided about delving into the matter. He knew that with his current time and energy, he didn't have the time to provide psychological counseling for a legion destined for rebellion. He simply tried to save as many people as possible.

Chapter 335 Horus: Loken, well done!

"The so-called Monk has been at the training ground recently and has given some guidance on our training and exercise arrangements?" Horus said with some surprise after listening to Sigiannis' report.

"Yes, very valuable guidance. This lord said that he is not good at commanding large-scale military operations. This may just be his personal opinion, or compared with his combat abilities, he is not so outstanding. In fact, in commanding large-scale battles, the performance of this monk is absolutely outstanding. And in larger-scale battles? It seems that there is no chance to prove it. Because he explicitly refused to participate in the planning of large-scale battles." Sejanus said with a complicated mood.

The Legion's warriors were all capable and proud. Even Sejanus was no exception to this, which was why he had challenged several others to challenge Balder together. However, in terms of individual combat prowess, the Traveler's performance was too incredible. If it weren't for the similarities in appearance and temperament, Sejanus would have suspected that Balder had come to the Luna Wolves.

So, to redeem themselves, several members of the Council of Four Kings, along with Loken as the fifth, invited the monks to observe the Luna Wolves' exercises. Both sides even ran through several simulations. Afterward, Loken and the others gained a new understanding of what it meant to be "not very good at it."

"If this isn't considered good at something, then we're unqualified." Locke sighed on the side.

"Then, you talked about the Dark Angels and the Iron Hands?" Horus asked.

"Yes," Sejanus nodded. "That lord highly praised the Dark Angels' combat effectiveness."

"The First Legion, the mighty and mysterious First Legion." Horus frowned and sighed. The rise of the Ullanor Orc Empire was no longer a secret. It was a major threat that needed to be eradicated as soon as possible, and the Emperor had decided to entrust this battle to his own heir. The Luna Wolves gladly accepted the order, and Jonson and Ferrus were equally interested. They had already expressed their willingness to participate in the hunt. Considering previous rumors, Horus knew that this would determine the future status of his brothers in the Emperor's heart and the future structure of the Great Crusade. And Horus wanted to win.

"I need the help of my other brothers. Mortarion, Angron. Fulgrim would be a great help, but unfortunately he made a mistake. The upcoming Battle of Ullanor will be an opportunity to prove ourselves, and we must seize it." Horus said to several of his men. At this time, all the members of the Council of Kings, except for Abaddon who was still lying in bed, had arrived, plus Loken, the fifth person.

"Father, this is an opportunity to prove our worth. We will tell all our brother legions that we are the best. And I am willing to be the sharpest sword in your hand," said little Horus Eichmander.

In fact, because Horus and the main force of his Legion did not participate in the brutal Battle of Randan, the Primarchs and Legions who did participate in the Battle of Randan were not very fond of Horus, believing that he chose to attack weak enemies during the Imperium's most difficult time. As the saying goes, life is full of iron, and Primarchs who have fought together are closer. The shared experience and the brutality of war sometimes led them to unite against the enemy...

The Battle of Ullanor was also an opportunity granted by the Emperor, allowing both sides to prove their superiority. With so many powerful Legions participating, if the Legions represented by Horus, who had not participated in the Battle of Ullanor, had won, they would have naturally proven their strength and excellence. On the other hand, if Jonson, Ferrus, and Guilliman had won, Horus would have had nothing to say. After all, the opportunity was given to them, and they had failed to seize it.

The Primarchs had different attitudes towards this campaign. Horus took it very seriously and recruited all his brothers he could. Jonson would participate, but the current situation seemed unfavorable to him. Dorn followed the Emperor and did not participate in the war. Perturabo seemed preoccupied with research and fighting, and the Fire Dragon Lord's Legion was also on a mission, with little contact with the outside world. Under these circumstances, Jonson and his First Legion gave Horus the impression that they were alone. However, if Jonson made a request, the other Legions would likely offer their assistance.

Ferrus has stated his participation in the war, but little information is available about him. This is somewhat puzzling, considering the presence of Guilliman and Corax at Ferrus's side. Horus feels immense pressure. Other Primarchs, such as Russ, Magnus, the Khan, and Sanguinius, seem unconcerned with the campaign, pushing the Great Crusade elsewhere in the galaxy.

As a result, almost everyone who had the ability and willingness to compete for a position had already arrived. From an allied perspective, Horus seemed to have the upper hand. After all, in addition to his own Legion, he had three more, with Mortarion and Angron promising to lead them personally. And Fulgrim... well, that's a sad story.

After careful calculation, Horus concluded that even if his allies couldn't bring their entire legions, they would still have the largest number of troops, a significant advantage over Jonson and Ferrus. However, sometimes, numerical superiority doesn't guarantee superiority in combat. After all, the Dark Angels are truly formidable.

"Ehmmmm, Eichmander, you're still as courageous as ever," Horus said with a smile. But deep down, he wasn't entirely satisfied with this son who looked so much like him but hadn't learned his skills. He had ambition, but limited strength, and was reckless and thoughtless. While Eichmander's skill was certainly considered quite good within the Legion, it was still far behind the true top masters. Despite his face being remarkably similar to his own, he was undoubtedly the worst of the five men on the Council of Four Kings...

"Loken, tell me your opinion," Horus said.

"We are probably no match for the Dark Angels, Father." Loken's words were unusually simple and direct.

"You are very honest." Horus stood up, walked to Loken, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"What if we include the brothers who are willing to stand by our side?" Horus changed the subject.

"From the current perspective, it is hard to say that we have an advantage." Locke said after thinking for a moment.

"Hiss..." Togaton took a breath. Obviously, what he said was a bit taboo.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Loken! Are you crazy?" Little Horus clearly expressed his anger.

"I'm just stating a fact. If telling the truth is wrong, then I'd rather be wrong." Loken glanced at little Horus and said righteously. Then he looked at Horus.

"Loken! You..." Little Horus roared.

"Okay, let him finish his words." Horus waved his hand impatiently. Eichmand's performance made him even more disappointed.

"So do you have any ideas to change the current situation? We should prove to our brothers how strong and excellent we are, and this cannot be changed." Horus said to Loken.

"Of course, my lord. That is, you will come forward and discuss with several primarchs to extract some elite troops from each legion, and then conduct in-depth synthesis. The forge world under my control will provide equipment, and then hand it over to an outstanding commander to command. This is my specific plan, which I have formulated by combining some characteristics of other legions. Please take a look." Loken said, and then handed a data tablet to Horus.

"Excellent, very good idea, Loken. You never fail to surprise me," Horus said with great satisfaction after briefly reviewing the information Loken had provided. It must be said that Loken was truly well-informed in this dimension. He had participated in the Randan Wars, witnessed the outstanding personnel and tactics of various legions, and humbly learned from their strengths. Even more commendable, he had broken through the limitations of a legion commander and began to seriously care about technology, which greatly improved his vision and skills. Combined with decades of copywriting skills, Loken's report left Horus very satisfied! At this moment, Loken's status in Horus's heart was only slightly lower than that of Sigiannis.

"It would be better if Loken could be more flexible and less rigid." Horus praised him with a hint of regret. This was the kind of subordinate he wanted, one who could not only find problems but also dare to raise questions to his superiors. Most importantly, he could also solve problems!

"So, who are you going to recommend to be the commander of this army? If you are interested, you can be the first commander!" Horus said to Loken kindly.

"Sir, the entire legion, and even the friendly forces' supplies need me to supply them. Currently, I am the only one in the legion who can do this well. As for forming a joint force with other legions, you should leave it to others. After all, I am not good at dealing with certain people." Locke thought for a while and said carefully.

"It's a shame, but you can still hold a deputy position. Even if you can't command them in this war, any credit for this army's achievements is inseparable from you." Hearing Loken's words, Horus even felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't expected that Loken would put so much effort into this plan, only to end up doing something entirely for someone else. Loken was right. If the Legion wanted to maximize its benefits, then the best option was to let Loken continue to do the work he excelled at. After all, no one in the Legion was more qualified to be a Planetary Governor than him. Yet, faced with such a huge task, Loken was still able to push it through, which made Horus particularly satisfied.

"Tell me, who do you think is suitable to be the commander of this army?" Horus asked expectantly.

"Lord Torgaddon is more suitable." Loken said.

"Torgadon, do you have the confidence to be the commander of such an army?" Horus asked after pondering for a moment.

"This... This is an honor, I am willing to take it." When Torgarton heard the conversation between Loken and Horus, he was surprised. He didn't expect such a big pie to fall on his head. Loken supported him, and Torgarton understood. After all, Sejanus had his own things to do, a lot of things, so it was impossible for him to take the position. Abaddon was already lying in bed, and in the foreseeable future, he would be lying in bed for a while... As for little Horus? Well, Torgarton didn't think much of this last one. However, when Horus made him the commander without even thinking about it, Torgarton was still a little surprised.

"So, our problem is solved. That's it, Torgaddon. Talk to Loken more when you have time. Also, discuss this unit with the Brotherhood Master. Don't let me down, my children." Horus's joy and satisfaction were evident. This time, Horus didn't even ask for Sejanus's opinion. Although, oftentimes, it was just a formality.

"The rest of you need to work hard as well. Unfortunately, Abaddon may be absent from this war." Horus then said.

"As you command, sir." Several heirs responded.

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"Success." A day later, when the Traveler learned of Horus's arrangements, a smile played on his face. Clearly, this time, he had succeeded. Or rather, this time, his purpose in coming to the Luna Wolves had been achieved. Bringing together the loyalists from each legion, placing them under the command of a loyal commander, and providing them with the best equipment! This way, when the rebellion breaks out, the Traveler is confident that today's arrangements will definitely give the rebels a big surprise.

"Fate is changing, and our luck has improved a little." The traveler sat on the throne of the subspace, feeling the changes in the long river of fate.

"I feel like my mission is accomplished. I've temporarily curbed the spread of the evil god's corruption within the Emperor's Children Legion, and increased the number of loyalists in the other traitorous Legions. I guess more of them will survive." The Traveler began to review the entire incident, examining his actions for any omissions. This was a habit of his. When he was still human, whenever he completed a task, he would always consider whether he had missed anything. Then he would make improvements.

The Traveler knew full well that his presence with the Luna Wolves was meaningless, as the Unholy Gods were already aware of his presence. Therefore, when Horus and his faction's Primarchs met, they would certainly not send key figures like Typhons and Khârn to his side. That would be courting death. The Unholy Gods had the upper hand, but if anyone dared to challenge them, the Traveler would show them the true meaning of bullying. The Traveler could guarantee a flawless execution, leaving Horus and his men without excuses, or even awareness. After all, the Traveler's authority encompassed travel and transportation. That power was truly formidable. Accidents could easily occur.

Chapter 336: Reflection and Targeting Tzeentch

"This process was way too smooth! I feel like the evil gods weren't this easy to deal with back then." The traveler sighed, thinking back to his past battles with the evil gods. Their cunning and treacherous nature made him feel like his victory this time was way too easy. Of course, his divine ascension was a big factor, but when it came to strategy, the traveler felt like the evil gods were just being clumsy. This wasn't right!

That's right, it shouldn't be. The Traveler has considerable experience facing these evil gods. They are very powerful, even beyond mortal comprehension. However, to simply think of them as a bunch of strong men capable of throwing bricks is to underestimate them. They are the original evil, a reflection of the suffering of the galactic intelligent civilization in the Warp.

They are also incredibly cunning. The vast passage of time has honed their skill at weaving schemes. Of course, a certain youngest god isn't among them; after all, he's not even as old as the Traveler. And because of the Dark Prince's position, his actions are certainly unreliable... This is the root of the problem, and there's no solution.

"It shouldn't be like this, it really shouldn't be like this. They shouldn't be so weak. If I feel that this thing is going too smoothly, then I must have overlooked something." The traveler said in his heart.

"It's normal for Slaanesh to lose to me. This guy is the weakest among the evil gods and also has a worse mind. And Nurgle seems to have adopted an indifferent attitude towards his own actions. In the Warp, when facing the Emperor and myself, these two evil gods decisively chose to retreat." The traveler pondered.

"It feels like Nurgle is being a bit lazy." The Traveler recalled the scene when the two sides met. Nurgle clearly wasn't prepared to engage in battle with his side. On the one hand, Nurgle and Slaanesh combined couldn't defeat the Emperor and the Traveler. Well, that was mainly because the Emperor was too strong. But on the other hand, Nurgle was trying to avoid conflict as much as possible, even going so far as to negotiate with his side!

Some say the mouths of evil gods are deceitful, and this is true. However, it depends on the circumstances. It's fine for an evil god to toy with mortals, but if he truly strikes a deal with a being of his own rank, then breaking it will come at a price. After all, even someone as powerful as the Emperor can't break it. If Nurgle truly signs an agreement with the gods of order, then breaking it would not only bring him the wrath of the gods of order, but also the punishment of fate and the laws of nature.

The Traveler can be certain that Nurgle's words were sincere. This isn't based on intuition or divine power, because facing a Nurgle stronger than himself, it would be nearly impossible for the Traveler to rely on his own divine power to detect the other party. The Traveler's judgment is actually based on Nurgle's interests and position.

Nurgle's ministry is terrifying. Lord of entropy, disease, death, and even twisted resurrection are all within his purview. If anyone among the evil gods can most accurately assess the state of a civilization, it's undoubtedly Nurgle. He is more sensitive to factors like decline, death, and prosperity than any other evil god. Therefore, Nurgle must have known that this plane's so-called great rebellion was a minor setback for human civilization. Once humanity broke free, it could continue to thrive. Faced with this trend, the evil gods were powerless. After all, such is fate!

Therefore, after realizing this problem, Nurgle may only want to take away what belongs to him, to be more precise, to take away Mortarion and his legion. That's enough! Thinking about other things would be risky!

After all, the former was destined for Nurgle. The latter, on the other hand, would require a direct confrontation with a deity. Especially when you're destined to fail, what if they recover and return to the Garden of Nurgle for revenge? This is no joke, after all, as the old tank was once blocked from entering. And if the Emperor leads his men...

So, understanding the situation, Nurgle's strategy is to remain as low as possible, at least not to be the first to stand out, and not to be the first target of retaliation. Just make a small profit this time, and stop when you're ahead. So, in this situation, it's only natural that Nurgle would turn a blind eye to the Traveler's actions. After all, as long as the Traveler doesn't actively join Mortarion's army, and as long as Typhon doesn't directly confront them, everyone can just pretend nothing happened...

The Traveler truly had no feelings about the Death Guard. Or rather, aside from Garro and a few loyalists, he truly had no feelings. After all, the Death Guard, from top to bottom, were largely hostile to the Imperium and the Emperor, and it was virtually impossible to win them over. In this situation, the final word would be decided on the battlefield. No need for further eloquence. The same could be said of Angron!

The situation was clear. Slaanesh had just been defeated, and Nurgle had no interest in playing it safe. And what about Terror? Oh, now I remember. This most powerful of the evil gods had just lost an avatar to the Emperor a century ago. And he hadn't attacked Angron himself, so his silence was understandable. Suddenly, the Traveler seemed to have grasped the key to the situation. The other evil gods all had their reasons for not attacking the Traveler. So, why wasn't Tzeentch paying attention to this matter at this moment?

Tzeentch had the ability to intervene, but he didn't. There was only one explanation: Tzeentch was busy with something else, and that something was most likely related to the Thousand Sons. And now, what was Old T trying to do by manipulating the Thousand Sons? Travelers couldn't afford to be careless with this most cunning of evil gods!

"Then, now the answer seems to be revealed. While I was dealing with the Emperor's Children and the Luna Wolves, while the Emperor was watching the Battle of Ullanor, some cunning individual was quietly advancing his own plans. Now, so much time has passed. How far has Tzeentch advanced his plans? What is he doing? What is his purpose?" The Traveler felt he had found the answer. However, if Tzeentch had obtained a large portion of the Thousand Sons Legion, and most of Magnus, the danger would be enormous!

"No, I must prepare to go to the Thousand Sons Legion as soon as possible," the Traveler thought to himself. However, when his original body tried to ascertain the situation of the Thousand Sons Legion, a veil blocked his perception. After all, as the once most powerful evil god, and the main god focused on psychic power, conspiracy, and change, in some aspects, the Traveler was far inferior!

"Damn, so cunning." The traveler sighed.

"Haha, Traveler, your performance really surprised me. I didn't expect that after you became a god, you would still be so calm." At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in the ears of the Traveler. After the Traveler became a god, the God of Laughter came to the Traveler for the first time.

"I hope your wisdom can make up for my negligence." The Traveler opened the gates of the divine kingdom, and numerous heroic spirits lined up to greet the incarnation of the Laughing God. The Traveler held great respect for this being, who had survived the Fall of the Eldar intact and could still roam freely on the Webway. In terms of pure character and wisdom, this lesser Eldar god was at least as good as the C'tan Deceiver. And this time, "He" was definitely not just visiting.

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"So, what is Tzeentch doing now?" the traveler asked after a brief greeting.

"I don't know either." The God of Clowns made an exaggerated expression and said.

"Then do you have a way to detect Tzeentch's conspiracy, or let your believers obtain some information? Neos's people and I tried to detect the actions of Magnus and some Thousand Sons, but we were never successful. Even the Emperor's servants could not find the real answer. Obviously, Tzeentch's control over Magnus and the Thousand Sons Legion has reached a considerable extent." The traveler sighed and said.

"I'm sorry, I have no way of finding out directly. If the Emperor's servants, who are chosen by you and the Emperor, cannot find out, then I don't think my troupe can do better." The God of Laughter's tone remained calm, and he didn't seem disappointed by the failure.

"Okay, I'll go there myself this time," the Traveler said. Given the current situation, the Traveler really didn't believe Tzeentch had the ability to destroy his clone! The curtain hadn't been lifted yet, and the Traveler's clone was still very stable.

"This is not a good idea. Tzeentch may not be able to do anything to you, but he can hide the truth and prevent you from finding it, or make you make the wrong judgment." said the God of Laughter.

"The emperor's subordinates and I can't do it, I can't go, and neither can you and your subordinates. So what else can we do? Are we going to just leave it alone? Moreover, do you have a more suitable person to do this? And this person is not on our side?" The traveler said with some confusion.

"It's certainly impossible to just ignore it, and the people we are trying to find out the truth are definitely not on our side. Are you interested in making a guess?" asked the God of Laughter.

"You mean Alpharius?" the Traveler said after a moment's contemplation. It was clear that his own people would be unable to penetrate Tzeentch's schemes, and as for Chaos... While it was common for the Chaos Gods to betray one another, look at the other Primarchs destined for the Chaos Gods. Fulgrim had just been punished by him, so he had no chance. And neither Mortarion nor Angron seemed capable of defeating Magnus. So, it seemed only Alpharius was a possibility. But the Traveler harbored a dim view of Alpharius and his supporters.

"It's already the best that those guys in the Cabal can do to ensure that Alpharius avoids the sight of you and the Emperor. How could they go back and provoke Tzeentch?" The God of Laughter shook his head and said.

"We can't just look for someone in the Chaos God's camp, right? We won't compromise with him," the traveler stated. This was a matter of principle, not utilitarianism.

"Of course we won't compromise with the evil god," the Laughing God said. "However, something you did earlier gives us a glimpse into the truth. Think about that Great Bearer who strayed into your holy land."

"Lorgar? Some of his ideas may have been wiped out by the evil god. Perhaps he will regret it one day in the future, but he won't be used by us now." said the traveler.

"It depends on how you use it. If you let him defect directly, that's impossible. But if you use certain means to make Lorgar awaken his previous memories in a very short period of time, it can be done." said the God of Laughter.

"There's not much point in doing this. After all, the evil god's control over these puppets only takes a moment." The traveler pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"However, Lorgar is controlled by four evil gods. If two of them have ideas about the third evil god, and the fourth evil god remains indifferent, then this matter can succeed." The God of Laughter said with a smile.