Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"What's going on with Lord Amon? Hasn't he contacted the Primarch yet?" Oramaga asked, somewhat annoyed. The situation before them was extremely difficult. Countless zombies and mosquitoes constantly attacked and depleted the Thousand Sons' combat power. Behind the vast sea of ​​cannon fodder lay shadows, surrounded by plague and fetid psychic energy. They were extremely powerful, unleashing terrifying magic. To protect their own side from the enemy's plague and psychic energy, a considerable number of Thousand Sons mages had to be deployed to counter the enemy's psychic energy. And this was not the worst.

The worst thing is that behind these evils in the Warp, there are a large number of Space Marines who seem to be from the Alpha Legion. This shocked Oramaga very much. He really couldn't understand why soldiers from brother forces would be with the enemies of the Empire. When the two sides met, when the Thousand Sons were caught off guard and surprised, and looked at the bombs and lasers fired from the opposite side, Oramaga's anger was indescribable.

"This isn't just a few defections; this is treason! A Legion-level betrayal!" Oramaga roared in anger. He realized the enemy Astartes participating in this operation were no less numerous than his own. Add to that the daemons of the Warp, and Oramaga and his men were completely overwhelmed, relying only on the terrain for a tenacious defense. He could only hope that Amon could quickly contact the Primarch, the main force of the Legion, or perhaps other brother Legions.

However, the reality is cruel. Amon's communication is very poor, and all subspace communications seem to be isolated, whether it is within his own legion or between legions!

"May the Emperor bless you, may the great Traveler bless you." Oramaga sighed and muttered to himself, his tone more pious than ever before. Indeed, compared to other brother legions, the Thousand Sons, who have always considered themselves wizards and mentors of civilization, actually have great respect for the Emperor and the Traveler, and have devoted a great deal of faith to them. The reason is very simple. After all, when Magnus was causing trouble and almost died, the Emperor's appearance was so cool! This made the Thousand Sons have an unusual admiration for the Emperor. As for the Traveler, it stems from the research results of Manugus and many Thousand Sons professors... It must be said that Manugus and the Thousand Sons are still at a high level, and some of their ideas are really close to the truth!

Chapter 344 Professor A and Khan

Magnus and the Thousand Sons believed the Traveler to be a being elevated from humanity, believing his participation in the Randan War had further elevated him, transforming him into something they ought to look up to. Naturally, the Thousand Sons respected a being that transcended their comprehension, one whose mere echo of power could shatter the defenses of their mages. Add to that the Mechanicus's instigation, and the bonus of eggs and flour for believing in the Traveler, and what was wrong with believing in him for the more intellectually and morally flexible Thousand Sons? Some sought the benefits, while others genuinely worshipped him. Regardless, the devotion to the Emperor and the Traveler made Tzeentch's corruption somewhat more difficult.

And Oramaga's prayer was indeed answered. While the Thousand Sons were fighting on Chalmers, Professor A, who had received orders from the Emperor and the Traveler, had already begun packing his bags and preparing for action!

"Assemble, assemble immediately!" A rapid sirens blared at Berth 6 of the White Scar's space fortress, Emerald Sky, spurring everyone into action. The warning from the Emperor's Retainer flagship forced the planned rest period to be interrupted. Everyone worked swiftly and in unison to prepare for departure, returning personnel and conducting inventory checks. They also prepared and delivered supplies. Ohmzod had already returned to the flagship's bridge to prepare for work, and just as Ahriman reached the berth to board, a towering figure and his guards blocked his way.

"Respected Primarch of the Fifth Legion, Eagle of Chogoris, I would like to know the purpose of your coming here." Ahriman looked at the giant in front of him and bowed.

"It will take some time before the fleet sets off. Can we talk for a while?" Khan said with a stern face.

"If it's anything else, I'd like to discuss it another time. But if it's related to my current operation, forgive me for the inconvenience, this is my duty, my Lord." Ahriman had been with the Fifth Legion for a long time, also bearing the codename of Professor. His interactions with the Fifth Legion were generally pleasant. He felt that beneath the seemingly uncouth attire of the Fifth Legion lay a civilized and intellectually curious Legion. They were also very polite, and their interactions made him feel comfortable. They lacked the Iron Hands' resistance and scrutiny of psionics and limited knowledge, the Ultramarines' numerous rules and regulations, the Dark Angels' endless secrets, and the Space Wolves' irreverent and irreverent behavior.

Yes, Ahriman had been to the Space Wolves, and the Wolves didn't treat him as an outsider... But the Space Wolves' excessive energy and curiosity made Ahriman, who preferred quiet and research, very uncomfortable. The Space Wolves' constant jokes were even more annoying. This reminded him of a canine creature described in an ancient Terran document. It seemed this creature was called a Husky. However, after Professor A "dealt" with a few disobedient Huskies, Ahriman was surprised to find that these creatures didn't seem to hold grudges. In short, let's just stick with one and get by.

"Please come this way." The Khan gestured towards a nearby room. "I have no ill intentions in taking up a few minutes of your time. I simply want to explain something."

"Alright." Since a Primarch had said so, Ahriman could only agree. The two of them then arrived at a room, while everyone's servants waited outside the door.

"My prophet performed a divination for my good friend and his Legion," the Khan said. "I haven't spoken to Magnus in a long time. We were good friends, discussing many things: history, geography, the rise and fall of civilizations, and our Legion. This is unusual. On several occasions, Magnus contacted me through projection, but it felt like it wasn't Magnus, or perhaps not the complete version of him. This worries me."

"So, you performed this divination? On him and the Fifteenth Legion?" The helmet concealed Ahriman's expression, but the Khan keenly noticed the slight tremor in his voice.

"Yes, I performed divination, but even my best storm prophet could not predict what would happen to my brother and his legion. Everything about him seemed to be obscured by some force, and all destinies and possibilities were entangled, making it impossible to distinguish. But recently, I saw an opportunity, an opportunity to reveal the secret, and this opportunity is in Chamos." Khan said as he observed the other party.

"Sir Yesugei's talent is truly astonishing. He's worthy of serving as your right-hand man, and he even has the potential to ascend." After a moment's silence, Ahriman finally spoke. If there was anyone in the Fifth Legion besides the Primarch who could elicit a respectful address from Ahriman, it would be Yesugei. It wasn't just because he was the Khan's chief of staff, but more importantly, Yesugei was truly formidable! Ahriman believed that until he achieved his ascension, the odds were even.

Ohmzod even admitted that before becoming the Emperor's Servant, he was inferior to Yesugei in terms of psychic abilities. Even more remarkable, Yesugei, despite possessing immense power, maintained a sufficient level of sanity. He never allowed his power to become selfish, but was always cautious and his actions were filled with wisdom. So much so that Ahriman decided to recommend Yesugei to the Emperor the next time he met him, to see if he could become his colleague.

Of course, although Yesugei is strong, he alone is not enough to penetrate the blockade of the evil gods. It’s just that this time, the traveler secretly "made a phone call" to Yesugei.

"It seems that what my chief prophet predicted was correct, and if nothing unexpected happens, your mission this time should also be related to the Thousand Sons Legion and Chalmers." Khan said.

"I'm sorry, this matter is a bit troublesome, or rather, it is not something that an ordinary legion can handle, so some details are not convenient to disclose." Ahriman said.

"This kind of situation is becoming more and more common. Similar incidents have occurred in the Emperor's Children Legion before, and even my brother played a rather disgraceful role in them. I have a hunch that Magnus may go even further in some matters. I am deeply concerned about him. Although we both use psionics and pursue knowledge, he has gone too far." The Khan paused and continued, "This is not just about rescuing my brother, my friend. I am also trying to gain experience to face the unknown challenges of the void."

"My lord, I understand your feelings, but the special nature of our mission means that not everyone is suitable to participate in such a mission. Even the Primarch, after all, you may not be ready to deal with the darkness." Ahriman said carefully.

"Since we have a disagreement, why don't we ask the Emperor and the Great Traveler?" The Khan looked at Ahriman, a smile playing on his face. "Perhaps they agree?"

"?!" Ahriman was shocked when he heard the Khan's words, because the Khan had pointed out the source of the Emperor's servants' power. If anyone in the Empire understood the true nature of the Traveler most, it was the Emperor's servants. In essence, they were blessed by the Twin Gods, another form of the Chosen One or the Great Demon.

Magnus's imagination was vast and his skills were high, so he could guess a few things about the Traveler. Unfortunately, he had never interacted with the Traveler during his time on earth. However, when he shared his theories with the Khan, and the Khan reflected on his own experiences, he could naturally guess about 80% of the truth behind them.

"Okay, I will contact my Lord, please wait." Ahriman said.

"Okay then, I'll be ready to go. See you later." Khan said and left the house.

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"Sir, do you think we can fight together with the emperor's attendants this time?" After the Khan left the house, Yesugei walked up and asked.

"Haha, you already have the answer in your heart, why are you still asking me?" Khan said with a smile.

"Your original inference really shocked me," said Yesugei.

"Haha, in the future, perhaps we will encounter even more incredible things. Prepare yourself, my chief prophet. This battle will be a tough one," the Khan said. The Khan knew that his former deputy and Balder were two sides of the same coin. Even Yesugei was unaware of this secret. However, after Magnus provided some information, and combined it with some of his own observations, the Khan was certain that the traveler must be the ascended Balder.

Or perhaps, Balder was only one side of the Traveler. The Khan was shocked by this existence, and perhaps a little resistant at first, but then, thinking that if it weren't for the Traveler, he and his legion might have been crushed by the Randan Overlord, the resentment in his heart disappeared completely.

As the traveler once said to Khan: "If someone holds an umbrella to protect you from the wind and rain, then don't complain that he blocks the sun's rays. In short, you can only choose one between freedom and security."

"The biggest challenge is coming, but where is the Traveler, or your clone, now?" Khan thought to himself. Khan wanted to help his friend and his legion, but he also wanted to see what kind of people the Traveler called the darkest beings in the galaxy were.

Khan didn't have to wait long. After about 20 minutes, Ahriman came out of the room.

"The Emperor has agreed to your request to join the war, but He reminds you that this battle is mainly to accumulate experience and you must obey orders. Of course, this order will not be given by me, but by the Venerables. This battle is very critical." Ahriman said solemnly to the Khan.

"I understand what you mean, so let's take action. Although this action was a bit unexpected, I can still deploy more than 100 warships of various types and more than 2 legion soldiers." Khan said.

"Too many people this time would be disadvantageous. We cannot stimulate the evil god's overly sensitive nerves. We don't need too many troops, just the right number will be fine." Ahriman shook his head and said.

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions. Then I'll prepare to clear the other ships from nearby Mandeville Point and prepare to enter the subspace," said Khan.

"This time, we will not take the Warp, we will take the Webway," said Ahriman.

"Webway? Isn't that the secret of the Eldar?" the Khan said with some surprise.

"But not now." Ahriman didn't want to say anything more. It wasn't because he was aloof, but because he didn't understand!

So, just as the combined forces of the Dung Pit and the Hedonists were locked in a fierce battle with the Thousand Sons Legion on Chalmers, a loyal Imperial Legion entered the Webway and quickly headed towards the battlefield.

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"The Thousand Sons' communications have been completely cut off. Whether it's psychic or technical communications, they can't send any information. As long as we work harder, we can annihilate the Thousand Sons forces on Chalmers. If the Great Father is willing, then our fleet can also enter this system and completely destroy the Thousand Sons fleet in orbit." Kor Phaeron said.

The Thousand Sons' psychic abilities were high enough, and their research and development of psychic-related technologies was impressive. However, they relied too heavily on psychic powers, leaving them lacking in other areas. It wasn't that they lacked the ability, but rather that they simply didn't put enough effort into it. For example, the Thousand Sons' fleet was relatively small. And now, facing the Word Bearers' already prepared fleet, the fleets of the two companies were simply no match for them.

Kor Phaeron's intention was simple: Didn't the Father desire a massive sacrifice? At most, the Thousand Sons Legion could be sacrificed as well. However, Kor Phaeron oversimplified the situation. An operation orchestrated by Nurgle himself, with Slaanesh's involvement, could it be just for the sacrifice of a few billion souls? How could it be just for the souls of a planet and a few thousand Space Marines? This was a gross underestimation of Nurgle.

In reality, Nurgle wanted to know Tzeentch's plot, and he knew the key to everything lay with Magnus. The Emperor and the Traveler wanted Magnus here, and so did Nurgle. Therefore, destroying the other wasn't the goal. It could even be said that this was the reason the Thousand Sons had been able to hold out until now. A new Archdaemon had appeared, and even Slaanesh's new toys, the Fallen Princes, had entered the battlefield under Eidolon's command, ready to wreak havoc on Tzeentch at any moment!

"We're waiting for a key figure to arrive," said Father Yu, shaking his massive, horned head. "And being unable to send a communication isn't good news for us. We need to get the signal out."

Chapter 345: The Demonic War and Magnus's Personality Council (10K)

"A key figure? The commander on the opposite side, Amon, used to be Magnus's teacher, and now, he is basically the second-in-command of the Thousand Sons Legion. If he is not considered a key figure, then are you waiting for the Red Giant himself?" Thinking of this, Kor Phaeron broke out in a cold sweat. He was not willing to face an enraged Primarch, and this Primarch was the most proficient in psychic power among all the Primarchs!

"Hmph, you don't have to face him. We've already made arrangements. Now just do your job." Rainfather snorted. Meanwhile, the battle had entered its second phase. The Nurgle and Slaanesh armies, along with some traitorous Emperor's Children Space Marines commanded by Eidolon, had already set their sights on the Star Fortress Crown, which was equipped with a long-distance communication system.

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"This star fortress is equipped with the most advanced long-distance communication equipment in the Empire. As long as we can control it and obtain the communication key within the Thousand Sons Legion, and after the great Lord of Pleasure and the Lord of Entropy can block each other's interference, then we will definitely be able to complete the communication and contact Magnus the Red!" The traitor Eidolon, the former second-in-command of the Emperor's Children Legion, said to the Slaanesh Archdaemon Manushia in front of him.

"So, what's your plan?" asked the demon.

"It's very simple. We haven't demonstrated the ability to fight in space yet, so the Thousand Sons Legion hasn't made many defenses on the shuttles that travel between space and the ground. As long as we can block the opponent's prophetic psychic power, seize the shuttle unexpectedly, enter this star fortress, and then turn off the star fortress's void shield, then our army can continuously enter this star fortress, control the communication station, and obtain the key." Eidolon said.

After Slaanesh rescued Eidolon, the former Emperor's Children commander gained a deeper understanding of Slaanesh and the Destroyer Powers. Astonished by their power and the supposed perfection Slaanesh displayed to him, he devoted himself to Slaanesh's service. During this time, Eidolon's life was joyful and fulfilling. However, the only thing that bothered him was that when he met N'kalli again and expressed his readiness to exact revenge on a certain Emperor's servant, he was met with a sharp roar and a decisive, powerful slap from N'kalli. The moment Eidolon was knocked unconscious, he seemed to hear N'kalli's furious, trembling voice. "If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

"Don't worry about psychic communication or other things. Take your warriors and the Word Bearers, board the shuttle, then enter the star fortress and complete your mission." said the Great Demon of Slaanesh.

"Okay, I'll get ready." Eidolon nodded and left.

"Scurvy, I never imagined that I, a graceful man, would be fighting alongside a rotten creature like you." The Slaanesh Archfiend said with disdain as he looked at the figure emerging from the shadows. Such a crucial operation couldn't be carried out by just one Archfiend. Rainfather was only the nominal commander, while Scurvy was responsible for the frontline combat.

"We all fight for our masters. In fact, to some extent, we are two sides of the same coin. The loving father represents the corruption and rebirth of the flesh, while the prince of darkness represents the ultimate depravity and decay of the spirit." Scurvy didn't seem to be angry at Manushya's ridicule.

"Shut up, my lord seeks elegance and perfection!" retorted the Great Daemon of Slaanesh.

"Fine, think what you will. You and I know it best." Scurvy didn't intend to dwell on this topic any further. "Tzeentch is ready to abandon this place, but we absolutely cannot let his plan succeed. This time, we must see Magnus!"

"Then we may also have to face Tzeentch's demon army at the same time! These guys like to plot and scheme, but they are not weak when they really fight." said the Great Demon of Slaanesh.

"That's why we have to cooperate. I believe that the great Dark Prince also wants to know the conspiracy of the Supreme Eagle.

"Indeed, that's why I'm here," the Slaanesh Daemon nodded. Meanwhile, a portal opened in a corner near the aerodrome. Eidolon, leading the elite Imperial Sons and the disguised demons, passed through the portal. From their position, they could already see shuttles plying between the planet's surface and space, transporting personnel and supplies. As he'd expected, facing immense pressure, the Thousand Sons Legion's defenses here were weak.

"Begin, for the Lord of Pleasure." Following Eidolon's command, the attack began. Although they had already believed in Slaanesh, these former elite sons of the Emperor still demonstrated extremely high tactical skills. With the help of Slaanesh wizards and banshees, the entire airport's defenses were instantly defeated. Amon's reaction was also very fast. On the one hand, he deployed some troops to the starport through the portal, and on the other hand, he quickly ordered the shuttles docked at the starport to return to the star fortress. However, what Amon did not expect was that at the same time as Eidolon took action, the Nurgle demons had also begun to move, and some of them had already entered the cargo hold of the shuttles waiting for evacuation!

As these shuttles carrying Nurgle demons returned to the star fortress, the pollution from Nurgle finally spread uncontrollably. After all, in this era, ordinary humans knew almost nothing about demons.

"Make this a garden of the loving father!" Scurvy waved his staff, and swarms of Nurgle's fly-troopers flew out of the cargo hold. They were the embodiment of plague, bringers of death. As they moved, those they blocked instantly turned to rotting corpses. Then, possessed by an inexplicable force, they rose again and charged their former allies. Simultaneously, a swarm of Nurglings began to contaminate the star fort's air, water, and even its machinery. As Scurvy cast his spell, a Nurgle cyber-daemon invaded the star fort's mainframe and quickly deactivated its shields. This instantly destabilized the situation. Portals opened, and swarms of Daemons and Chaos Space Marines emerged from all corners of the star fort. Even tanks and robots were twisted by Nurgle's daemons, siding with the servants of Entropy.

"Control the communication tower immediately! And get the key." Scurvy ordered.

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"It seems that even this can't satisfy you, Nurgle?" Sitting high in the sky, Tzeentch looked at everything happening in Chalmers' orbit with indifference. He had realized that this matter could not end well.

"I originally thought that the price of giving up two companies and a grand sacrifice was enough to make you retreat. But I didn't expect you to go even further!" Tzeentch was furious. He loved conspiracy and subterfuge, but that didn't mean he couldn't fight head-on! And after nearly a hundred years of "deep cultivation" of the Thousand Sons Legion, Tzeentch also made this legion, destined to have some of its members fall into his hands, more suitable for Tzeentch's tactics.

"Magnus can't come, I said!" Tzeentch took a deep breath, and then accompanied by a scream from the Crystal Maze, the entire Chalmers' physical universe and subspace shook violently.

"Let's start, let my brothers see your long-buried power!" Along with Tzeentch's roar, 9 space rifts appeared underground, above ground, in the starport, in the synchronous orbit and on the star fortress of Chalmers's hive. At this moment, Tzeentch decided not to pretend anymore!

"Amon, a good chess piece, but now there is no chance to slowly cultivate him." Following Tzeentch's order, a legionnaire accompanying Amon suddenly turned into a blue light and rushed into the commander who was directing the battle.

"Surrender all you have to the great Supreme Eagle! Look at your men, being slaughtered by Nurgle and Slaanesh! Your Emperor and the Traveler cannot save you, but Tzeentch can!" The Changeling bewitched the Captain of the Ninth Company. Meanwhile, the Tzeentchian daemons and cultists previously hidden within the Legion began attempting to control the others. As for whether this would lead to the collapse of the battle line? Not to worry, because this time, Tzeentch was truly furious! At this moment, the main force against the combined forces of Nurgle and Slaanesh was no longer the warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion, but the Tzeentchian daemons that descended from the sky! Tzeentch decided to stop pretending and confront these opponents head-on!

"Submit, Amon. Your fate has been locked by the great Tzeentch. You will become His Chosen One! You will gain endless knowledge and insight into infinite changes. Of course, most importantly, you can burn these guys in front of you to ashes!" Tzeentch's bewitchment made Amon waver. His fate was gradually being drawn into Tzeentch's hands. The laughter of the Supreme Eagle echoed in the Warp, and at this moment, the clash of the two demon armies began!

Just as the Nurgle and Slaanesh daemons within the Star Fortress were bracing for battle, Tzeentch's minions played a vicious joke on their cousins. A group of pre-hidden changelings suddenly unleashed a volley of unholy flames of various colors, catching the Nurgle daemons behind the battle formation completely off guard. These flames were so precise and deadly that even the most agile banshees struggled to dodge the swirling flames. After being hit, some were burned to ash, while others became twisted and dilapidated, leaving the daemons unable to bear it and ripped them apart.

Countless horrors burst forth from the teleportation array, led by blue scribes. They soared freely through the air on flying discs, void rays, and other forms, spreading destructive flames. Just as Scurvy mobilized his troops to suppress the Tzeentchian demons emerging from behind the array, massive silver towers of Tzeentch suddenly appeared in the void and slammed into the star fortress itself! These towers served as both drop pods for the Tzeentchian demons and powerful magical weapons and engines of war. The terrifying aura emanating from them shocked even the greater demons.

Then, under the influence of the Silver Spire of Tzeentch, space and its laws were distorted, weakening Nurgle and the Daemon of Slaanesh. Their psychic powers became unstable, and their bodies weakened. Scurvy hurriedly raised the death knell bestowed by Nurgle. With each ringing of the bell, the power from the Garden of Nurgle began to dispel the influence of the Silver Spire of Tzeentch.

"Come, filthy yellow fat man! Your enemy is me." A Lord of Change emerged from the portal, atop a flaming stalk. His staff pulsed with deadly psychic energy, his massive bird-head gazing at Scurvy. A relentless whisper emanated from his lips. With a flick of his hand, a swarm of Nurgle's fly-horsemen transformed into a cloud of crystal shards. He gazed defiantly at Scurvy, inviting him to battle.

The demonic armies of both sides fought frantically on the planet's surface, in the space station, and in the void. The evil gods unleashed their might wantonly at this moment. They had no scruples, only to achieve their goals!

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"Emperor, I never imagined that the real universe and the Warp would be so chaotic and violent." When a Storm Prophet from the White Scars crossed the Webway and entered Chalmers from underground, he felt the chaotic and corrupted psychic energy in the void and exclaimed in amazement.

"Get used to it. In the future, we'll face these evils often. Consider this a rehearsal," a Guardsman said to the Storm Prophet. Meanwhile, the Khan and Ahriman walked at the front of the group, using their superhuman senses to sense the changes on the battlefield. After a moment, the Khan spoke.

"I feel that there is no need to rescue here anymore. If it weren't for us wanting to save our comrades, we could have deployed vortex torpedoes here." Khan said with a grim expression.

"Yes, under these circumstances, it will be difficult for us to confront the Chaos Gods," Ahriman nodded. At this point, the three factions were engaged in a chaotic battle, almost on the scale of a Daemon Legion. The two previous companies of the Thousand Sons had been diluted in such a massive conflict. By this point, the nearly ten thousand Thousand Sons had either perished in the previous battle, been backstabbed by Tzeentch, or been bewitched. The remaining loyalists were scattered across the land, barely able to defend themselves against the surging Daemon Tide. In their haste, Ahriman and the Khan had brought only a limited number of troops.

"So what is our mission?" asked the Khan.

"The entire galaxy wants to know where Magnus is and what he is doing!" said Ahriman.

"?!" The Khan was shocked upon hearing this. "Even with the Emperor and the Traveler's power, we still can't find my brother? What is he doing? Why is his Legion facing such a great crisis, and he remains indifferent?"

"I cannot answer your question, but this time, Nurgle and Slaanesh want to lure Magnus here. This is also our goal, but Tzeentch is unwilling." Ahriman said. Before coming, Ahriman briefly introduced the situation to the Khan and the relationship between the evil gods.

"So can I understand it this way, that Tzeentch set a trap for my brother. Nurgle and Slaanesh want to lure him over, and we want to take him away when he comes, is that right?" The Khan said after thinking for a moment.

"That's right, this is our goal. Even if we can't take him away, at least we need to know where he is! The affairs of the superiors should be handled by the superiors, and we just need to do the things at hand. Don't worry about anything else, we can't do anything about it." Ahriman said.

"So what do we need to do?" Khan asked.

"In a moment, I will open a portal to the Star Fortress, where I will stop a group of Tzeentch's demonic forces. Then the demons of Nurgle and Slaanesh will open the communication tower and send a provocative telegram to Magnus. Then, Magnus will come with his guards." Ahriman said.

"How is that possible? Magnus must be very far away from here. Even if we pass through the webway, it will take a long time. How can Magnus have such power?" Khan said in surprise.

"Magnus is different from the other Primarchs. He represents the Emperor's psychic power and knowledge. His legion has a very high ceiling in terms of psychic power, and he has obtained the blessing of Tzeentch. This is the world he pre-selected for recruitment. He must have made certain preparations. And didn't you notice? Although these Nurgle and Slaanesh demons are crazy, they did not destroy some key facilities. They are playing a trick on you." Ahriman said.

"Well, what do I do?" the Khan asked. Ahriman would soon be involved in the operation. He would hold off a Tzeentch force, then have Nurgle's Daemon send the signal to lure Magnus over. The Khan didn't seem to have anything to do with this mission.

"This will be a big battle, and what has happened so far is just an appetizer. My level is limited, and I am just the chess piece to lure the enemy into action." Ahriman paused and continued, "If our plan goes well, then Magnus will eventually come with his main force, and the enemy will not retreat. See those Space Marines who surrendered to the evil god? They are Lorgar's men, and if nothing unexpected happens, Lorgar will rush to the battlefield later. Your mission is to take Magnus away. Remember, you must wait until Lorgar appears before you act, and don't be distracted by other things. Only by taking action at the end and with a clear goal can you gain an advantage." Ahriman said.

"I understand," the Khan said, looking at Ahriman. "Good luck, Professor. My Stormseers have greatly enjoyed your lectures. I hope they will listen to your teachings again after this war." Clearly, the Khan also realized the gravity of the situation. This was a war in which even the Emperor's attendants were merely bait. He didn't ask Ahriman why the Emperor and the Traveler didn't intervene personally under these circumstances. He believed these two Supreme Beings had their reasons for not taking action.

"We will win," Ahriman said with a smile. A moment later, as the portal opened, Ahriman and his men joined the battlefield. Inside the Star Fortress, Ahriman stopped a group of Tzeentch demons.

"Damn it! It's the Abomination and the servants of the Hidden One! How did they get here?" Upon seeing Ahriman, the Blue Clerk in charge of the attack was devastated. He could understand the presence of Thousand Sons Space Marines, the daemons of Nurgle that could leap from the cesspool at any moment. But the servants of the Emperor of Mankind had suddenly appeared before him. Even more incomprehensible was that a unit of Nurgle daemons, upon seeing Ahriman, had quietly bypassed him, ignoring these Imperial minions. For a moment, the Blue Clerk even wondered if the Emperor had allied himself with Nurgle. The thought was truly thrilling! It captured the essence of change and conspiracy. In an instant, the Blue Clerk felt himself elevated! He had touched upon a new path of transformation!

However, before the Tzeentchian demon could grasp the profound meaning of the transformation, Ahriman's psychic energy struck him head-on! Battle erupted suddenly. Led by Ahriman, a figure comparable to a high-ranking Archdaemon, the Emperor's forces were unstoppable, quickly exiling their opponents one by one.

"Let's go to the next place, delay Tzeentch's troops, and send the signal out." After saying this, Ahriman opened another portal and rushed to a new battlefield.

"My lord, a group of Slaanesh demons are rushing here." A guard said to Ahriman.

"Really? Then let's keep this portal for them, and change the target coordinates," Ahriman said after a moment's contemplation. Tzeentch's psychic prowess is indeed far superior to that of Nurgle and Slaanesh. Under the interference of the Silver Tower, the ability of Nurgle and Slaanesh's daemons to open portals has been greatly limited. Ahriman, on the other hand, has received the blessing of the Traveler, and in the niche market of running away and opening portals, the Traveler's skills are still very high. After all, this is their priesthood. Therefore, the Traveler can open doors that Nurgle cannot, and can walk paths that Slaanesh cannot. This is the value of professionalism!

"This..." Upon hearing this, the imperial guard was confused. It was obvious that the door was going to be left to the Slaanesh demons.

"People, sometimes you need to be more flexible," Ahriman said, gesturing to the distant demons. Then, he entered the portal. After a moment's hesitation, a group of Slaanesh demons, led by a Slaanesh Vanguard, decisively passed through the portal and, by chance, landed among a group of Tzeentch demons.

"No, this is absolutely not what I want to see! Absolutely not!" In the Crystal Palace, Tzeentch, who was controlling the entire battlefield from a high dimension, was shocked by this scene. He did not believe that Nurgle and Slaanesh had formed an alliance with the Gods of Order, but there was no doubt that at this moment, their objective actions had already joined forces! If Tzeentch had previously believed that he could still fight Nurgle and Slaanesh evenly, then now, even if the Emperor and the Traveler only sent an elite force, it would be enough to upset this balance, because the Traveler's power just made up for Nurgle and Slaanesh's lack of mobility...

"Stop, Nurgle, there is no need for us to let others take advantage. Our greatest enemies are the Emperor and the Traveler!" When he realized that the river of fate was rapidly drifting towards the unknown, Tzeentch decided to negotiate.

"Of course, if you can tell me what you are doing, I will consider stopping." Nurgle responded quickly, without any joking or arrogance of a winner. He just really wanted to know what Tzeentch was doing!