Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"A bunch of people who sold their souls for power. Allowing you to remain in this world for even a minute longer would be a blasphemy against humanity," Alpharius said coldly. He had originally intended to ignore these guys, but seeing his Terminator being chopped down so easily, Alpharius became interested. Capturing one and studying it seemed like a good idea.

"Brother, let me control your body, now, right now!" Ram said hurriedly.

"Alright, let's defeat him together!" Angertai relinquished control of his body. Often, Angertai felt that Ram was more gifted than he was in perception and combat. What Angertai hadn't anticipated was that once Ram regained control of his body, his first move was to distance himself, while simultaneously allowing the other enchanted warriors to attack!

"This... You are avoiding the fight!" Angeltai roared in his heart.

"I'm saving your life! This being is not something you can face!" Ram remained unmoved. Several demon-slaying warriors charged forward, only to be easily defeated by Alpharius. Alpharius then pursued Angertai, his spear in hand relentlessly pursuing him like the Grim Reaper. Even though Angertai could fly, he could only barely fend them off.

The battle between the two sides lasted only a few minutes. A beam of light shot out from Alpharius's spear, directly melting one of Angertai's wings, and this most outstanding demon-slaying warrior finally fell to the ground.

"Who are you?" Angertai's eyes were full of shock. He could not imagine that a Terminator from an unknown legion would be so powerful. However, Alpharius did not mean to answer him. Instead, he raised his spear and aimed it at Angertai's chest, ready to stab it hard!

"Alright, my brother, please don't embarrass my offspring. Your opponent is me." At this moment, a voice rang out from the other end of the passage. A tall figure, hammer in hand and a book hanging from his waist, appeared before them. After hearing that the Howling Abyss base was under attack, Lorgar finally arrived through the portal!

"Your depravity makes me feel sick and ashamed. You are filled with the power of decadence and corruption. Is it because the evil god gave you power that you chose to betray?" Alpharius took a step back and kicked Angertai away.

"Alpharius, we shouldn't have been enemies. You opposed our father and that unknown traveler, and so did we. We could have been friends," Lorgar said. Alpharius was relatively short among the Primarchs, not much taller than an average Space Marine. Coupled with the reminders of the Chaos Gods, Lorgar realized that he was facing his youngest brother.

"No, I am not against my father, I just insist on rationality. Gods are the cancer of all intelligent creatures, and the object of your loyalty is the evil of the universe that must be eliminated. You have sold everything you have and the future of mankind to the evil god. If our father makes me feel uncomfortable, then you are the evil that I must eliminate." Alpharius scolded.

"I just saw the truth of the galaxy! You cannot understand the greatness of the gods, but I am willing to guide you onto this path." After saying that, Lorgar picked up the warhammer in his hand, and several tall figures appeared beside him.

"Kill his men, and leave my brother to me!" Lorgar declared, charging first at Alpharius, who met Lorgar's hammer with his spear. As the pale spear and hammer clashed, the two demigods moved like a whirlwind, their immense strength and refined fighting style transforming the surrounding area into a desperate situation. Everyone instinctively avoided the area, and the battle was initially fierce and stalemate. However, as time passed, Lorgar, blessed by Chaos, gradually gained the upper hand in his territory. The whispers of the evil god echoed in Alpharius's ears, and Lorgar's psychic energy enveloped his hammer, amplifying his attacks!

"I don't know what you're waiting for, my brother. You've been suppressed by me, while your subordinates are being slaughtered by the apostles of the gods!" Lorgar hammered Alpharius repeatedly, forcing him back. But he showed no fear, which surprised Lorgar.

After struggling to push Lorgar's hammer aside, Alpharius jumped out of the battle circle. "Actually, I didn't want to waste any more words with a sinful and corrupted person like you, but my conversation with you has finally paid off. Your portal is doomed, I said!" Alpharius' words revealed a hint of pride.

"Impossible. That is not an area accessible to mortals. All pagans who enter will be crushed, and their souls will belong to the power of destruction." Lorgar also thought that the other party might just be stalling for time, but he was still very confident in the defense of the portal.

"Haha." Alpharius smiled without saying anything. At this time, in another direction, under the protection of a group of mystics and Alpha Legion soldiers, something had approached the portal. Then, a special instrument was arranged. If Trazyn was here, he would have recognized that this was a disposable exorcist dead zone generator!

"Demons of the Warp! Go back to your Warp!" With Alpharius' roar, the Exorcist Death Zone Generator began to operate. The supernatural power generated by it instantly covered a large area around the portal. The shocking technology of the Ribs Technology was certainly not a joke. Some weak demons were directly expelled, and the powerful demons also weakened rapidly. More importantly, the stance generator destroyed the balance of power in the Warp around the portal, which directly caused the portal to become unstable, and then collapsed!

"No, Alpharius, you can't do this!" Furious, Lorgar's eyes blazed, psychic energy surging through his body. He charged at Alpharius like a luminous giant. The Hydra leader's guards unleashed a barrage of munitions. Bolts, plasma, and gravitational weapons blazed brightly against Lorgar's psychic shields, yet they were powerless to stop the Primarch's advance. That was until a bolter, stained with the blood of the Untouchables, struck Lorgar.

In an instant, Lorgar's psychic energy vanished, and the resulting backlash left him feeling dizzy. Alpharius seized the opportunity to charge forward, spear in hand, piercing his brother without mercy. At that moment, a creature with only half a wing charged forward, slightly delaying Alpharius's attack. After a brief moment of dizziness, Lorgar managed to deflect the blow with his hammer.

At this moment, just as Lorgar struggled to control his body and overcome the opponent's attack, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind him. A delicate longsword deftly pierced the joint of Lorgar's power armor. Salamanth seized this perfect opportunity and drove the blade into Lorgar's waist! An inexplicable power instantly spread through Lorgar's body. He felt something enter his soul essence, and a drowsy feeling came over him. The moment he closed his eyes, he saw a huge clown face smiling at him, and in the distance, the endless sea of ​​souls roared.

"Save the Primarch!" The Word Bearers rushed towards the Dark Eldar who had just succeeded like crazy, while the remaining demons nearby looked at the existence with a long sword in horror. The blade was emitting a strange power, which made any creature in the Warp feel extremely oppressive when looking directly at it.

"Salamanth, we can leave now." Alpharius ordered as he looked at the fallen Lorgar.

"Yes, my lord." The Dark Eldar moved through the Word Bearers like a flash of black lightning, then retreated to their own camp. With the activation of a temporary webway generator (Dark Eldar technology), the Alpha Legion began to evacuate. An hour later, before the portal was about to explode, the remaining members of the Alpha Legion finally withdrew successfully.

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"A good drama. I call it Surprise." Looking at the fallen Lorgar and the gradually collapsing Word Bearers' Screaming Abyss Base, the Harlequin God said with satisfaction.

"Very well done, sir. You are worthy of having once calculated the existence of the C'tan," the Traveler said with some admiration. It must be said that this plan was truly a miracle. It lured Alpharius into attacking the Word Bearers, while simultaneously deploying necromancy technology without anyone's knowledge. Then, when the exorcist's deadly domain was activated, the Chaos God's power in the area was suppressed to a minimum. At this moment, Lorgar, as a follower of the Chaos God, would inevitably be affected. Alpharius's powerful attack and Salamanth's impalement of Lorgar with his divine sword were seamlessly executed. Without any of these elements, the assassination would have failed.

"What will be the consequences of this strike?" the traveler asked. Although the strike carried divine power, it was unrealistic to kill Lorgar at this moment while he was under the watchful eye of the Chaos God. To put it bluntly, even if Lorgar's soul were shattered, the Chaos God could still use his body as a puppet. This would be even worse.

"Let Lorgar know some truths and guide him to do certain things. At the same time, the remaining divine power will make Lorgar's psychic power ineffective from time to time." The Harlequin God laughed.

"You want to prevent a Chaos follower who has surrendered to the Chaos God from using his psychic powers normally? Haha, you have a rare sense of humor." The traveler was stunned at first, and then laughed out loud. Obviously, this was definitely an irony for Lorgar, who was good at psychic powers!

"How long will this situation last?" asked the traveler.

"I'm not sure. It depends on how much his master is willing to pay. But even if all problems can be solved at the level of divine power, a seed has been planted in his heart. In the future, after the rebellion is over, it will be easier for us to completely liquidate him or let Neos reprocess him." said the Harlequin God.

"And where is Magnus?" asked the traveler.

"Don't worry, after discovering his own problem, Lorgar will definitely find a way. And if we want to solve the problem of psychic power, who among mortal genes has studied it more deeply than Magnus? Moreover, believe me, Nurgle and Slaanesh will support Lorgar in doing so." said the Harlequin God.

"Well, I hope the long river of fate can flow in the direction we expected." The traveler said, and then his consciousness was once again immersed in the prediction and exploration of the future. At this time, surrounded by a group of Word Bearers, Lorgar was placed on a warship before the base exploded. Lorgar, who fell into a coma, did not lose consciousness, but plunged into the dream woven for him by the Eldar gods.

Chapter 340 Lorgar and the Clown

"Where am I?" When Lorgar opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see his body. This once tall and perfect body was lying on the bed. A group of pharmacists from the Word Bearers were treating Lorgar. They were cleaning the wound on his lower back.

"Vile villain! Who has turned me into this? I am the Messenger of the Golden Word, blessed by the gods! You are usurping my throne!" Lorgar's soul roared. He tried to return to his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not. Terrified, he prayed to the Chaos Gods. He could feel their gazes on him, their power seeping down from the heavens. However, no matter how hard he tried, the power of the evil gods remained a distance from Lorgar's soul. At this moment, a black hole appeared in space, its immense pull sucking Lorgar into an unknown dimension. At this moment, a voice echoed in Lorgar's ears.

"The evil gods have come, and we cannot imprison his soul for long." Iniered said to the Harlequin God.

"Time is sufficient. The Traveler has already planted a seed in Lorgar's heart. All we need to do is temporarily remove the shackles of the evil god and allow Lorgar to see a glimpse of the future," said the Great Clown. Meanwhile, lost in his dreams, Lorgar had a dream that brought him to tears.

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"Krax, have you finally come to terms with the truth about your Primarch and embraced your true nature?" Lorgar looked at his pale brother, shrouded in shadows and crows. Lorgar and his brother stood on a planet corrupted by the Chaos Gods. Around Krax lay the corpses of Word Bearers warriors, some torn to pieces and swallowed by endless shadows. The wails of the Word Bearers' souls echoed across the battlefield, but Lorgar remained unmoved. He simply believed his men had sacrificed their loyalty to the gods and died a worthy death. Now, Lorgar's concern was how to earn his brother's approval.

Lorgar had also changed by this time. He had finally completed his so-called ascension, becoming the Daemon Prince of Chaos Undivided. He offered no loyalty to a single destructive power, but rather worshipped it as a whole. His figure had grown taller, his armor inscribed with scripture ablaze with endless flames, and the hammer in his hand exuded a terrifying aura. In this chaotic region where the Warp and the real universe met, Lorgar could unleash immense power with a single wave of his hand.

"To combat such evil as you, I have recognized myself and embraced my true nature. Yet, I remain a son of the Emperor, the Lord of the Nineteenth Legion, and the protector of human civilization. The purpose of my existence is to eliminate traitors like you! Soul and body, all will be utterly annihilated in the wrath of humanity. And today, I come here to utterly destroy you. Lorgar, the Eye of Terror is a scar and a festering wound on the galaxy, but do not imagine you can escape punishment by hiding in this filthy place!" Klax spoke, his every word and gesture energizing the Warp's energies. The Lord of the Crows raised his hands, two golden lightning claws appearing on his arms. Behind him, his once-grey wings turned a deep blue.

"Korax, wake up! I am already immortal with the blessing of the gods! In Isstvan, when you and I were face to face, that was your best chance, but you failed. The scars you left on me are unforgettable to me. I originally thought that I had no chance of revenge, but your arrival gave me hope. Corax, I am now very different from before." Lorgar picked up the warhammer in his hand.

"Lorgar, you are a despicable person, a villain, but what I can't stand the most is that you are a dog, you have been a dog since you were born. Your previous master was Kor Phaeron, and then your master was the Chaos God. Our father treated you as His son, but you don't want to be a human being, you don't want to be His son, but continue to sell your soul and humanity, to be a dog! Lorgar!" Corax immediately rushed up, and the two sides fought a big battle.

At this moment, the power of both gods was bestowed upon the two Primarchs. The Emperor granted Corax claws powerful enough to rip apart all matter and concepts, and the Traveler blessed him with the ability to evade attacks from any dimension. As for Lorgar, Khorne granted him courage, Tzeentch granted him knowledge, Nurgle granted him a strong body, and Slaanesh granted him a deadly grace.

"You possess divine power? My brother! Your own power!" Lorgar exclaimed as the Raven King's power tore open the Great Word Bearer's breastplate and left an irreparable wound in his Nurgle-blessed body.

"I am the natural enemy of all injustice and evil. I am the protector of every kind and upright human being. This is my duty, my obligation, and my power! With this, I embark on my own path! Lorgar, you are just a dog. Everything you have is given to you by your masters. Although they are powerful, none of this belongs to you after all!" Accompanied by thunder and flying crows, Corax once again left a penetrating wound on Lorgar's body.

The battle dragged on. Lorgar attempted to flee, but Corax, blessed with the Traveler's Blessing, always intercepted him. The favor of the Four Gods wore away bit by bit. Finally, Tzeentch gave up first, seeing the end of his fate. Then came Slaanesh, for Lorgar, now far from graceful, followed by Nurgle, who saw Lorgar's fall. Finally, under Khorne's control, Lorgar launched a mad attack, ultimately beheaded by Corax!

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"No, this absolutely shouldn't be my fate! Gods bless me, Gods bless me!" Lorgar's soul awoke from his dream, but when he woke up, he found that his soul still hadn't returned to his body. He was in a starry sky, surrounded by a giant clown mask and a roaring sea of ​​souls.

"Perhaps death is your best fate, rather than being bound to the Emperor for eternity, suffering eternal torture." The Harlequin God said with a smile. "Corax has been very merciful."

"I have grasped the truth! I have witnessed the most powerful being in this galaxy!" Lorgar retorted in horror.

"Hahaha." The giant harlequin mask shook with laughter. "What then, Traveler? Your entire life, you were nothing more than a pawn of the gods, a Primarch, a combination of the power of the Warp and the physical universe. You gave up half of it, and the other half was tainted by the evil god. You worshipped the gods, but to your death, you never understood what a god was, nor how a god came into being."

"If you were a devout believer, you could be described as blindly loyal, but you are not. What you desire is strength and power, yet you almost gave yourself to the evil god for nothing. The Emperor created you and your brothers not to be dogs, but to become the ladder for the revival of mankind, to become a demigod or even a god! But you cut off the ladder of ascension and harmed your brothers at the same time. What's even more tragic is that now you realize all this, but there is no way to change it, because your fate has been locked. You are the chief traitor and the source of darkness!" The words of the big clown shocked Lorgar, but reminded him of what he had seen in the ruins of the traveler.

"Your thoughts are not even free now. Enjoy this moment of freedom here. When you leave here, you will fall into the clutches of the evil god again and become a puppet, tool and toy!" said the big clown.

"However, alien god, it is you who came to me, not my father or the traveler. You certainly did not come here to exaggerate. Tell me your purpose while I am still sober." Although Lorgar was a bad guy, his IQ was still online. He realized that the Eldar gods came to him for a purpose, and this seemed to be his opportunity?

"Yes, you are indeed still valuable and can be used. As for the Emperor and the Traveler, they are considering how to deal with you. When the flames of the Great Rebellion are extinguished and the game enters a new chapter, it is possible that the Emperor will directly destroy you or pull you back. To these two main gods of mankind, your weight is not that important, but to us, you are still a good bargaining chip." The big clown said without any hesitation.

"Your Excellency is truly candid," Lorgar said after a long silence. The Eldar gods spoke the truth, at least mostly. The Emperor and the Traveler were truly busy, and he didn't pay much attention to Lorgar, who was a traitor and difficult to persuade. The Primarch the Emperor and the Traveler were most concerned about right now was Magnus, not just because of the Emperor's love for him, but because he was even more destructive! Lorgar was merely a potentially useful tool.

In fact, restrictions on the Word Bearers Legion have begun. In addition to more frequent patrols and direct punishments for problems, the Emperor's Guards and certain Legions have also been put into action against the Word Bearers, just like they did against Alpharius, but this matter has not yet been made public.

Just because the Emperor and the Traveler disdain something, or don't want to invest too much energy in it, doesn't mean the Eldar deities disdain it. After all, humans are now the protagonists of the galaxy, with a large family and a large business. It's understandable that the Eldar gods found Lorgar and wanted to take action. At least in Lorgar's view, he was telling the truth!

"So, what are you going to make me do? What can you give me? My father..." Lorgar had wanted to ask if he could ever earn his father's forgiveness, because now he truly realized that Chaos truly was a cesspool! But having already boarded the ship, he felt somewhat helpless. It was too early to expect his father's forgiveness.

"What do you want now?" The big clown did not answer Luo Jia, but asked with a smile.

"What do I want?" Lorgar sank into deep thought, his emotions a whirlwind. Or rather, he was grappling with a dilemma. On the one hand, he had already forged a pact with the Chaos God, whose power captivated him. His Legion had indeed lost its way, and the sunk costs were too great. On the other hand, the Chaos God had indeed concealed much from him, and he had indeed treated him as a pawn rather than a spokesperson for the gods on earth. Each Chaos God had his own goals, so what was Lorgar? Was he truly chosen by the Four Gods, or merely a figurehead? At this moment, the stark disparity between reality and ideals left Lorgar feeling betrayed.

However, Lorgar was equally skeptical of the Eldar gods who had arrived. He knew full well that they stood with the Emperor and the Traveler. His actions were a classic betrayal. Would his father truly forgive him? Lorgar didn't know, and he didn't dare to even think about it. Moreover, believing he had seen more of the truth, Lorgar wondered: if the Traveler could achieve godhood after years of hard work, could he too become a god, becoming the third force between Chaos and the Emperor? Compared to the Traveler, who was alone and being attacked by demons, Lorgar reasoned that at least he had the support of a Legion of Heirs. His situation was undoubtedly better than the Traveler's.

"Haha, the traveler said that Horus represents the Emperor's ambition, but in fact, it is Lorgar." What Lorgar could not have imagined was that in this space, his thoughts could not be hidden from the Clown God Xilego.

"However, as a Primarch, Lorgar was already stronger than many of his brothers in some aspects. He quickly recovered from his panic and began to consider choosing a path for himself." said the God of Death Inijed.

"He still has illusions and awe about the Chaos God, and is still resistant to his father, but fundamentally, his goal has never changed. He wants to become the actual number one who can dominate the mortal world. Whether it is the Evil God or the Emperor, in his opinion, it is best to be a background board. As the traveler said, a civilization where gods do not appear in the world is the paradise of priests and bishops." Xilego said.

"What an arrogant man! No one can rule everything, not even the evil god. All beings who want to establish absolute rule will fail in the end." Iniere said.

"I want freedom, even for a moment. It's completely my own thoughts. I refuse the Chaos God to interfere with my sanity, and I also refuse you to control my thoughts." Lorgar put forward his own conditions.

"Hahaha..." The giant harlequin mask let out a shrill laugh. "Poor fellow, this isn't a question a pawn can ask. If you were a loyal son of the Emperor, we would negotiate, but you are not. You are an accomplice of Chaos, a corrupted being. Therefore, there can be no such thing as negotiation. You are awake and free now because we need your brain to consider certain matters, not because this is something you can ask of us. Do you understand, Lorgar?"

Chapter 341 Target Tzeentch

"So, my efforts will not be rewarded?" Luo Jia said with a gloomy face.

"Maybe, maybe not. It's like when you roll the dice of fate, you don't know whether the final result will be one or six," Xilego said with a smile. "And don't you think that the fact that you can remember something so crucial to you is already a gift from me?"

"Hehe, you can't trap me here forever, nor can you kill me. You are just strong on the outside but weak on the inside. My soul will eventually return to my body, and then I will take revenge on you! Revenge on all the elves! I will kill them as much as possible!" Lorgar said angrily.

"Hahaha, whatever, Lorgar. Your rebellion has been known to the Emperor, and the next blow will follow." Xilego paused and then said, "And I also gave you a great gift. Perhaps after you wake up, you will have problems using your psychic powers."

"Hmph, a mere trifle. The gods will solve this problem." Lorgar snorted coldly.

"That's not certain. You can try." Cilego smiled. While it was the Eldar gods who were in charge this time, the Emperor was also involved. As the Primarch's designer and creator, he naturally understood them better than the unholy gods themselves. So, this strike was still painful. Perhaps the debuff restricting psychic energy use would slowly dissipate, but the problem was, Lorgar didn't know! And for Lorgar, the self-proclaimed messenger of the Warp Gods, he couldn't effectively mobilize psychic energy. It was an absolute irony. What would Lorgar think? What would Lorgar's subordinates and traitors think?

What would Kor Phaeron and Erebus think? Would they believe Lorgar had fallen from favor with the Dark God? Would they see a chance to replace him? Putting aside the question of whether Lorgar might do something else, simply the mere act of stirring suspicion within the Word Bearers would be a boon for the Gods of Order. Kor Phaeron, after all, considered himself Lorgar's father, was an ambitious and capable man, and so was Erebus! The Chaos Gods excelled at instigation and seduction, but the Gods of Order were also adept at this, and the Harlequin God was a master at it.

"Remember what I said today. Your performance disappointed me. You didn't put yourself in the right position. Now you even lack a self. You are just a puppet, a bargaining chip." After Xilego finished speaking, Lorgar's soul was expelled from this space. After a moment, Lorgar finally woke up.

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"Sir, you're awake." A pharmacist said excitedly as he looked at Lorgar who had suddenly woken up.

"Yes, I woke up. The gods rescued me from the despicable assassination of the Eldar assassins. I am much better now." Lorgar said calmly, with an expression that said the outcome was in his hands.

"Praise the gods, may the gods bless you, sir." Led by the pharmacist, a group of people knelt down and said.

"Alright, you guys go down. Don't come in without my summons." Lorgar ordered as he returned to the door of his cabin. As the heavy door closed, Lorgar couldn't wait to unleash his psychic powers.

"Damn it, how could this happen?!" Originally, he could create a fireball as big as a washbasin by rubbing his hands, but now, even if he put all his strength into it, he could only create a psychic flame the size of a lighter flame.

"I will become the laughing stock of the entire legion. Damn it, it's better not to have psychic powers!" Lorgar's face turned ashen as he slammed the hammer in his hand heavily on the desk. The hammer's decomposition force shattered the books on it.

"Damn the Eldar! I will take revenge on them! Revenge on their race!" Lorgar was enraged. But he knew that right now, the most important thing he needed to do was to cover up this matter and find a solution. He came to the shrine and prayed to the Chaos Gods, hoping for their strength.

The Scarlet War God did not respond to Lorgar's prayers. He himself despised psionics, believing them to be the work of cowards and a stain on the honor of warriors. The Lord of Change cast a glance, then departed with a hearty laugh. He found the situation profoundly dramatic: believers who embraced the Warp for power, yet were unable to wield its power, a profound irony. He wanted to help Lorgar, but felt that his assistance would be too cheap. Besides, he had more important things to attend to.

A yellowish-brown shadow appeared in front of Lorgar, and it seemed that it was examining Lorgar, which gave the latter hope. He began to pray to the evil god more devoutly. However, Lorgar seemed to have forgotten one thing, that is, his prayers were to worship the Chaos Evil God as one, and the figure in front of him was very dissatisfied with this.

"I answered your prayer, yet you don't even want to chant my name." Nurgle's projection spoke, and a dull sound came out of its huge mouth, as if it was very dissatisfied with Lorgar's prayer.

"This..." Lorgar was stunned. He understood what Nurgle meant. That is, he wanted Lorgar to offer a sacrifice to Nurgle. However, this was undoubtedly difficult for Lorgar, who was determined to be chosen by the Four Gods.

While Lorgar was still debating whether to offer his special sacrifice and prayer to Nurgle, the khaki figure disappeared, leaving only the terrified Lorgar. At this moment, he felt abandoned by the gods!

"Honorable God..." At this moment, Lorgar seemed to realize a new truth, that is, while the Undivided Chaos represented its neutrality, it seemed unable to gain the true favor of a certain existence.

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"Lorgar has become unreliable." In the Realm of Chaos, where Slaanesh's Silver Palace meets Nurgle's Gardens, the Dark Prince said to Nurgle.

"Yes, it is no longer reliable. When the Emperor decides to accept the faith and when the Traveler completes his ascension to godhood, our plan is doomed to fail." Nurgle said calmly.

"Are you just giving up like this?" The Dark Prince's tone was full of resentment.

"This is destiny. The galaxy will belong to mankind. The warp is not entirely ours. Whether it is showing our existence in the physical universe or fighting against humans and Eldar gods in the warp, it actually has nothing to do with our foundation. They will not easily enter the realm of Chaos. Our greatest enemies will always be our own kind." Nurgle said meaningfully.

"I do not understand you," said the Prince of Darkness.

"Have you not noticed that Tzeentch has focused almost all of his energy on Magnus and the Thousand Sons? He lifted the Thousand Sons' curse of flesh and blood. Do you know what this means? It means that He no longer cares about how much trouble this great rebellion will cause to the human gods. He only cares about how much benefit He can gain from this war. And if Tzeentch has a powerful legion in his hands, it will definitely not be a good thing for us."

"Why do we need the Primarch and his legion? The fundamental reason is that we need a force that can stay in the real universe for a long time and publicize our existence. This is a complement to our Warp nature. We are all Warp beings at our root, and the real universe rejects us. So, you understand." said Nurgle.

"I understand what you mean." The Dark Prince said after a moment of contemplation.

Nurgle had made it clear: Don't think about what to do to the Emperor; it's unrealistic. All previous plans of the gods have been scrapped. Just think about how to capitalize on this opportunity and scoop up as much as possible. The Luna Wolves and the Word Bearers Legion don't belong to any of the gods. The only ones who can truly reap what they sow are the destined Primarch and his legion. However, the extent of this wealth depends on the game of treason with the gods of order, as well as whether any of the gods of evil are trying to sabotage them. And the latter could be even more devastating!

Nurgle and Tzeentch are long-standing enemies, and this is undeniable. This fundamental hostility makes them irreconcilable. If they avoid trouble with the Emperor and humanity in the Imperium of Man, and instead focus on trouble in corners beyond the reach of the celestial sphere, the Emperor might turn a blind eye. However, when facing the Chaos Gods, it's not uncommon for the two sides to fight each other in opposing territories! And if Tzeentch were to obtain a relatively complete Magnus and the Thousand Sons Legion in the future, it would definitely not be good news for Nurgle.

In his spare moments, Nurgle considered the aftermath of this Heresy. Slaanesh had already lost the battle with the Gods of Order. While Fulgrim would ultimately follow Slaanesh, many of his Legions would remain loyal to the Emperor. The Traveler's actions hadn't been in vain; at least he had slowed the spread of Slaanesh's corruption and saved many lives. Nurgle figured he'd be lucky if Slaanesh could capture half a Legion.

This was especially true for Khorne. In Nurgle's view, the Iron Warriors' punishment of Angron, when Khorne was directly dispatched, was simply an act of superiors. At that time, Humanity was at its peak, so why would Khorne challenge the Emperor? The outcome confirmed Nurgle's suspicions. One of Khorne's avatars was eliminated by the Emperor, and Angron lost control of his Legion. Although Angron has now returned thanks to Horus, the Legion he commands is extremely limited, and he won't strike the Butcher's Nails again. Nurgle suspects that Khorne's retribution this time is likely a guaranteed win.

Nurgle himself, however, was faring relatively well. While the two Legions had already been decimated by the Emperor and the Traveler, at least for now, Mortarion and his Death Guard, whom he valued, hadn't suffered serious damage. Nurgle knew the reason for this. Angron was purged because he and Khorne were too aggressive. Who else should they deal with? In purging the Emperor's Children Legions, Nurgle understood that, firstly, the Emperor's Children were truly exceptional and their achievements were remarkable. The Emperor and the Traveler still wanted to retain a few. Secondly, the title of Slaanesh's weakest deity was well-deserved. Both Nurgle and Khorne had seized items from Slaanesh, so it was natural for the Emperor and the Traveler to have such concerns.

However, Nurgle knew that the Emperor and the Traveler hadn't just created two evil gods, that wasn't the end of the matter! After creating two evil gods, if nothing unexpected happened, the Traveler and the Emperor could create another god in the remaining time before the Heresy. So, it became a choice! The next hammer would either fall on himself or on Tzeentch.

If we ignore other factors and simply consider the difficulty of the target, the Emperor and the Traveler would undoubtedly face a far greater challenge against Tzeentch than against Nurgle. This is partly because Tzeentch is truly stronger than they are, much stronger. After all, he was once the most powerful of the evil gods, and his portfolio is more suited to this type of confrontation. Another factor is that Magnus's level and abilities surpass Mortarion's. Magnus's legions are also more powerful than Mortarion's.

Yet Nurgle knew that if the Emperor or the Traveler had to choose between them, they would undoubtedly choose to attack Tzeentch and save the Thousand Sons, as the latter was indeed more useful. This also made Nurgle feel that he still had a chance... If Tzeentch defended himself and the Emperor and the Traveler failed to find an opening, then the hammer might fall on him. But if he and Slaanesh did something to disrupt Tzeentch, giving the Gods of Order an opening, wouldn't the hammer fall on Tzeentch?

Harming your neighbor, harming others for your own benefit! How could Nurgle not engage in such a business? So, although they haven't reached any kind of agreement with the Emperor, Nurgle is truly willing to help him deal with Tzeentch... And this time, Lorgar's experience has given Nurgle an opportunity. Nurgle has a clear understanding of Lorgar, and his attitude towards Lorgar is also very clear: you work for me, I reward you, let's call it a day!

To ensure this success, and to give Tzeentch a powerful attack, Nurgle decided to bring Slaanesh into the mix. That way, if Lorgar began to take action against Magnus, Tzeentch would have to face both himself and Slaanesh in the first wave. Even though the opponent had the upper hand, there were still two of them. And since this was only the first wave, if Tzeentch made a mistake, the Emperor and the Traveler would surely follow, and perhaps even two Eldar gods would join in. So, how could Tzeentch win?

Afterwards, Nurgle and Slaanesh had an in-depth discussion on how to cooperate to launch a powerful attack on Tzeentch. The two sides exchanged views, reached a consensus, and then waited for the psychically powerless Lorgar to contact them again...

Lorgar prayed again, and this time, Khorne answered him, but asked him to fight like a warrior, not with cowardly psychic powers. Tzeentch seemed preoccupied with something, only glancing briefly. As the ritual drew to a close, and the sacrificed souls neared complete combustion, Lorgar, having received no response for so long, seemed to make up his mind. He concluded the sacrifice and began a new one, offering 777 fresh souls. At this moment, Lorgar finally decided to speak with Nurgle, the only being from the previous sacrifice who showed any interest in aiding him.