Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"I can exchange it for other benefits." said Tzeentch.

"That's all," Nurgle snorted. At that moment, as Nurgle spoke, the communications tower of Crown Star Fort finally broke through Tzeentch's blockade. A psychic transmission containing Nurgle's divine power was released, flying somewhere in the galaxy! Magnus would soon receive this news!

"The signal has been sent." Seeing this, the Emperor and the Traveler breathed a sigh of relief. Magnus would undoubtedly receive the message, leaving Tzeentch with only two options. One option was to intervene, using absolute divine power to subdue Magnus and take him away. However, Tzeentch was already under immense pressure from Nurgle and Slaanesh, and if he were to force his way into Magnus, the Emperor and the Traveler would sense it. At this point, they could simply attack him! Could Tzeentch possibly engage in a direct battle with the Emperor and the Traveler? He was overthinking it.

The other option was to stand aside and allow Magnus to descend upon them. Undoubtedly, when Magnus learned of what had happened to Chalmers, he would arrive in person. If Magnus arrived, the Emperor and the Traveler could consider taking him back! Even if they didn't intervene, the presence of the Primarch Khan, the Emperor's retainers Ahriman and Ohmzod, and the incredibly powerful Stormseer Yesugei was already a formidable lineup, right? Of course, the opposing forces were no slouch either, battling a group of Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh daemons. And the Traveler suspected Lorgar would be there too. After all, an emissary of the evil god who couldn't use psychic powers... wasn't that hilarious? So, with the release of this psychic power, the entire game entered a new phase. Nurgle and Slaanesh, as well as the Emperor and the Traveler, were all waiting for Magnus to appear!

And what was Magnus doing at this time?

In a corner of the galaxy, at a point where the real universe and the Warp intersect, atop the highest spire of the Thousand Sons Legion's flagship, the Radiance, sat the Emperor's Son, Primarch of the Thousand Sons. Magnus, the Emperor's Son, sat upon his throne. Before him sat five other seats, each occupied by a towering figure. If anyone had gazed upon these figures, they would have been startled. These figures were not the Red Giant's descendants or subordinates, but rather five smaller figures whose faces bore a striking resemblance to Magnus.

"Everyone, just now, the evil from the warp invaded our new home. They are exactly as my father said. They are evil and chaotic. They are the enemy of human civilization. Their actions are unforgivable. Only complete destruction is the only option. Therefore, we must respond!" Magnus, sitting on the throne, spoke.

"Indeed, we must respond to the attacks from the Warp with a decisive and fierce attack." Magnus No. 4, holding a pair of scimitars, spoke impatiently. He represented Magnus's furious side. The scimitars in his hands were constantly flowing with boiling psychic energy.

"Then who of us will go? Our plan is underway, and more brothers are still being conceived. Scholar, King, lord of all brothers, your situation is not suitable to be exposed to everyone now. We have obtained knowledge and various resources from the warp. And now our ceremony has not been completed. What's more, will the Emperor be very displeased with what you have done?" No. 5, representing the cautious side of Magnus, spoke up.

"But our descendants are being slaughtered, and now only we can help them. This is a force of nearly two companies, and our former teacher Amon is also here. Chalmers is the planet we just selected, the hope for the future of the Legion, and now it has suffered such a heavy blow. We cannot become the laughing stock of the Legion."

"Our original bodies cannot move, but our aspects can. Although our appearance may surprise some people, we don't need to care about the reactions of those vulgar people. Our father may object to our behavior. But in the end, the Emperor will understand us, and we will become stronger and more perfect." said No. 3, who represents Magnus' ambition and strategy.

"Unfortunately, this change has come too soon. If it had been delayed, we would have shown all the enemies of the Imperium the terror of the Thousand Sons!" Magnus, seated on the throne, said with regret. Decades ago, Magnus had discovered a precious legacy within the ruins of a civilization. This legacy encompassed psychic powers, bioengineering, knowledge of the Warp, and other forbidden things. After careful research, Magnus even discovered the secrets of individual biochemistry!

Based on this inheritance, and the bargains he struck with certain entities during his travels through the Warp, Magnus finally completed the psychic ritual known as the Nine Faces. According to the ritual, Magnus could split his soul and personality into nine separate entities, including his original self. This allowed each of his individual personalities and soul fragments to work and research simultaneously. In Magnus's view, this would undoubtedly make him even more powerful, allowing him to juggle many tasks simultaneously. Thus, Magnus began this massive ritual, a process that, even with the vast scale and reach of the Thousand Sons Legion, and Magnus's intellect, would still take him years to complete.

From the outset, Magnus had considered that his actions, if discovered, might cause dissatisfaction and concern among his father and brothers. So, Magnus concealed his actions, using special means to control the entire Legion, while simultaneously playing hide-and-seek with the Emperor. So far, this game of hide-and-seek has been quite effective; at least the Emperor hasn't found him. This has given Magnus a small measure of pride. After all, despite the Emperor's greatness, he still hasn't been able to discover him. Doesn't this prove that he's beginning to surpass his father?

The current situation is that his ceremony still needs to continue, but he cannot ignore Chalmers' affairs. The other party has obviously angered Magnus, so the magical pony decided that no matter what the cost, he must let the other party know how powerful he is!

Of course, the Emperor's deterrence still existed, but Magnus had to act, so he decided to send his clones: the most aggressive and warlike No. 4, the ambitious and strategic No. 3, and the collector and scholar No. 2. After all, Magnus wanted to obtain more information about the Warp from these attackers!

"Let's begin! Prepare our legions, and we'll depart immediately. This time, we won't take the Warp, we'll choose the Webway!" Magnus declared. As Magnus made this decision, the void echoed with the laughter of the Eldar gods and Tzeentch's exasperation. For this moment, the Eldar gods had made preparations, including allowing Magnus and some of his legions to travel the Webway rather than the Warp. While the evil god and his minions might not be unable to enter the Webway, it was ultimately far safer and faster than the Warp! Thus, following Magnus's orders, three companies, including his own, were incorporated into this campaign!

With the opening of the Webway gate, Magnus and his legion rushed to the battlefield at a speed unimaginable by conventional warp navigation! At this moment, the Traveler and the Emperor finally captured Magnus's hidden lifeline!

"I have captured six destinies related to Magnus. They exist simultaneously, indistinguishable from one another." The Emperor said in surprise in the Warp. "What is Magnus doing? Is he dividing his soul and destiny?"

"Magnus and Tzeentch's plan did surprise me, but think about what I told you before. Magnus' soul is inherently split, and he has too many personalities. At least the usual erudite, arrogant, and conceited character dominates. And Tzeentch's actions were in line with some of Magnus's ideas. Now I understand why Tzeentch went to such great lengths to keep Magnus's secret, because it was like he had several more Primarchs for nothing." said the Traveler.

"I created these Primarchs myself. Even though Magnus is powerful and special, his soul obviously cannot be used in this way. What is certain is that Tzeentch must have his own unique technology. Or he possesses something else, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have so many faces." The Emperor said with a gloomy face.

Primarchs are special, and there are significant differences between them, but there is no doubt that, at their core, they are all unique, created from nearly non-renewable resources. Each Primarch's performance varies greatly, but the fundamental differences may not be as great as they appear. Now, if Tzeentch wants Magnus to cultivate various aspects to serve as multiple Primarchs, then there must be a price. Perhaps Tzeentch has invested in other things, or perhaps there are problems with these clones. Of course, the specifics are beyond the Emperor and the Traveler's knowledge at this time; this is Tzeentch's "exclusive technology."

It's understandable that Tzeentch's actions incited fear among the other evil gods. After all, he was once the most powerful evil god, and his power was tied to knowledge, cunning, and psychic powers. And now, with multiple Primarchs, the Thousand Sons Legion is considered the strongest among the legions targeted by the Four Gods. Tzeentch's actions rekindled the other evil gods' past fears of him.

Just how powerful was Tzeentch at his peak? Well, there's no direct description, but after Slaanesh's awakening, the other three unholy gods found the courage to charge into Tzeentch's domain, forcing him to shatter the scepter. After shattering the scepter, Tzeentch has long sought to recover its fragments. This time, Tzeentch employed a technology unmatched by the other unholy gods, shocking almost everyone and striking a chord with all the gods.

"Can the location of Magnus himself be found?" asked the Emperor.

"It's impossible to be sure. This time, although our plan is very good, it is still not enough. We can only collect some fragments. It is too difficult to find Magnus's original location." said the traveler.

"Well, then, let's do our best. I hope the Khan and Ahriman can be more effective this time." The Emperor fell silent, continuing to observe the unfolding battle. As time passed, three nearly fully equipped companies, led by Magnus's clones, arrived. With a roar that resounded throughout the galaxy, the fourth clone, embodying Magnus's furious side, took the lead. Behind him were scores of Scarab Terminators and the Thousand Sons' unique Psionic Dreadnoughts. These terrifying war machines housed psykers who, even in their broken bodies, could still unleash their terrifying psychic powers within their Dreadnoughts. Further behind them were scores of Psionic Fortress robots and other war machines.

At the same time, a large-scale exorcism ritual has been initiated in the Thousand Sons fleet. With waves of psychic energy shocks, the power of the demons is continuously weakening.

"First, regain control of the Star Fortress and the fleet, then we'll unleash our wrath upon the surface!" commanded Avatar No. 3. Subsequently, Avatar No. 4 led the main force in the offensive against the Star Fortress, while Avatar No. 2 headed for Amon's flagship, where he attempted to locate his former teacher. Before arriving at the battlefield, Magnus and his companions performed a divination, which revealed that their former teacher was entering the abyss.

A moment later, Magnus No. 2 and his men arrived on Amon's flagship. On the battleship's main bridge, Magnus No. 2 saw Amon, now transformed into the Demon Prince. Amon was now over five meters tall, with giant blue wings spread out behind him. In his hands, he held a magic sword engraved with Tzeentch runes and a staff. His entire body was ablaze with brilliant flames.

"Damn it, Amon, how did you become like this? Did you surrender to those beings in the Warp? Sacrificed yourself and became a being like them?" Magnus II looked at his former teacher, holding the staff tightly in his hand. If this guy in front of him wasn't still holding Amon's head, Magnus would definitely have expelled him into the Warp! "Kill the guys around here, whether they are yellow, purple, or blue, expel them all, using the method I once taught you." Magnus's clone roared.

And right next to them, when the officers and soldiers of the Thousand Sons Legion were fighting with various demons, Magnus still decided to give his former teacher a chance.

Chapter 346 Ending (6K)

"Magnus, my student, my Primarch, my lord." Amon smiled wryly at the being before him. "You say I surrendered to the Warp, but in reality, what are you doing differently than me? Perhaps others will be astonished by your masterpiece, but in reality, how can you guarantee that everything you obtain is safe?" Amon said this with a grim expression.

"Certain beings within the High Heavens are beyond our comprehension and imagination! Our knowledge and power are but a joke in their eyes; they are true gods! They are more powerful than the Randan Overlord we once encountered, and even your father and that so-called traveler are inferior to them."

"Magnus, our fate has been sealed. Perhaps you don't recognize this with your knowledge and pride, but in the future, you will believe my words." Amon said painfully.

"No, I will never surrender, nor will I submit to anyone but the Emperor!" Magnus's second clone pointed his staff at Amon. "From now on, we are enemies!" Magnus's clone vowed, and a powerful blast of psychic energy flew towards the distant Daemon Prince. A fierce battle erupted between the two inhuman beings. The terrifying psychic energy and the clash of weapons unleashed a terrifying storm of death around them.

Magnus's clone was indeed much weaker than the original, while Amon, who had ascended to demon status, was no mediocre opponent. Although Magnus's clone did have an advantage, it was not unrealistic to expect to overwhelm the opponent in a short period of time. At this moment, a huge shadow appeared on the battlefield. The two-headed demon Carlos looked at the Primarch in front of him with a strange smile. Following Tzeentch's orders, due to changes in the situation, He had to recover some items in advance, such as some officers and soldiers of the Thousand Sons Legion, as well as the fragments of the Primarch! Magnus's clone had been severed from the original, and the Scarlet King would not notice the acquisition of this clone. He only knew that he had lost something!

What the two-headed bird could not have imagined was that under the arrangement of the Emperor and the Traveler, the Khan was about to appear!

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"My brother is too crazy, he's gone too far!" After seeing the appearance of Magnus through Yesugei's projection, the Khan was devastated. He realized that his brother must be doing something taboo, but he didn't expect Magnus to dare to do such a thing to him! Now, the three Magnus were separated in different places. For a moment, the Khan didn't know which one to save?

"They are all fragments of Lord Magnus' soul. Each one is unique and must be recovered as much as possible. However, under the current circumstances, we are destined to be unable to recover all the fragments." Ohmzod said to the Khan. Indeed, Ohmzod did not accompany Ahriman, but stayed by the Khan's side to provide him with assistance.

"So which one are we going to recover first? The fragment currently engaged by the corrupted Thousand Sons?" the Khan asked.

"Indeed, this is the fragment we hold the greatest hold on. Perhaps the only one," Ohmzod nodded. Meanwhile, Magnus 4, representing the Rage, was already engaged in battle against the Daemons of Nurgle and Slaanesh. His lifeline had been obscured, and Ohmzod could not discern it. In a higher dimension, the Emperor and the Traveler watched Magnus 4 and shook their heads. The reason was simple: his lifeline was gradually falling into Nurgle's hands. By then, many of Nurgle's Daemons had already rushed to the battlefield, and Lorgar was likely waiting for an opportunity. A single fragment could not possibly withstand so many powerful beings.

Number 3, in charge of the command, is safe, but unable to support the other two clones. Furthermore, he might be resistant to the Emperor's retrieval. If the Khan were to retrieve it, conflict might ensue. As for Fragment 2, the fragment representing knowledge and collections, he only has a portion of the Thousand Sons with him and is quickly falling into disadvantage. At this point, the Khan's recovery would offer the highest probability of success.

"Can't my father and the traveler resolve the current crisis?" Khan's eyes were filled with pleading.

"The space structure here is already very fragile. If the Supremes come here, it may cause the evil gods to trigger a subspace storm, throwing everything here into the subspace. At that time, the results will be unpredictable. We can only choose the plan with the least risk and the most conservative one." Omzod said.

If the Emperor and the Traveler were to personally take the stage, they would undoubtedly be the most impressive figures on the battlefield. But the problem is, once they do, the evil gods will unanimously overturn the table, scattering everything into the Warp. Once there, it would be the Emperor and the Traveler against three evil gods, or possibly four. This would be a difficult situation.

"Okay, I understand," the Khan nodded. "Perhaps this is why humanity needs us. Let's begin." The Khan finally found his place. After all, while the gods were powerful, they weren't omnipotent. Ultimately, they needed their Primarchs, just as the Primarchs needed their offspring.

Omzod nodded, then opened the portal. Khan was the first to go in, followed by Omzod, and then a small group of servants went in. When the people behind wanted to move forward, the portal suddenly collapsed!

"Tzeentch has noticed us, and he has begun to suppress the power of the Supremes." Ohmzod said solemnly.

"We march forward!" The Khan glanced at the closed portal and resolutely entered the battlefield. Meanwhile, the long-hidden Carlos finally emerged. Seizing the opportunity of the battle between Magnus II and Amon, he successfully ambushed the Primarch, sending him flying with a fierce psychic attack. Meanwhile, countless Tzeentch daemons, armed with chains, attempted to restrain the fallen Primarch.

"Let go of my brother, filth of the Warp!" With a roar from the Khan, a white figure rushed into the battlefield. Even with the Daemons' superhuman senses, they were still unable to determine the existence before them. As the Khan charged, a powerful wave of psychic energy reverberated across the main bridge. Blue flames burst from the Khan's eyes, and his figure seemed to grow even larger, surrounded by thunder and storm. He didn't swing his blade as he passed the Tzeentch Daemon, but the lightning and storm easily tore through the lesser Daemon. The Daemon's wails did not cause the Khan the slightest fluctuation. This time, he targeted Tzeentch's most powerful Daemon.

"A chaotic fate, a multitude of changes! But I do not like this change!" Carlos spread his wings, aetherial winds swirling around him. He quickly retreated, attempting to distance himself from the charging Primarch. However, with the Traveler's blessing, the Khan gave his opponent no chance to escape. A moment later, the Khan's longsword successfully struck Talos's staff, the blade wrapped in lightning and storm, leaving an indelible mark on Carlos's staff!

"Damn it, this isn't the fight I wanted!" the two-headed bird screamed, barely holding its own against the Khan's assault. This wasn't because Carlos was weak, but rather because he simply wasn't adept at close combat. At this moment, the newly ascended Daemon Prince Amon rushed forward, blocking Carlos's path, barely deflecting the Khan's White Tiger Saber with his magic sword and staff. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Carlos teleported several hundred meters away, while a swarm of Tzeentch demons also rushed forward, attempting to overwhelm the Primarch with numbers.

On the other side, Omzod immediately came in front of Magnus No. 2.

"Emperor's Sergeant..." Number 2 glanced at Ohmzod, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. He knew his actions had been exposed. And now, having just been injured by Carlos, he couldn't possibly escape.

"Master Primarch," Ohmzod sighed, looking at the somewhat beleaguered clone before him. "I will take you away, and I will do my best to save your people. Your dignity will be respected. But please promise me not to rebel against us, okay? Master Magnus, your arrogance will ultimately harm you and your Legion. What the Daemon Prince said just now was not an exaggeration, but the truth. You and your Legion have been caught in a conspiracy orchestrated by an evil god named Tzeentch. In essence, Tzeentch is no different from Nurgle and Slaanesh who attacked your Legion. He is even more powerful and insidious than them. Please do not act on your own, okay?"

After speaking, Ohmzod bowed to the clone. This wasn't because Magnus's status was enough to warrant such a formality from the Emperor's attendant. Rather, it was because Ohmzod had once been a member of the Thousand Sons Legion. Even though he had left the Thousand Sons Legion before Magnus returned, Ohmzod was still willing to extend a courtesy to the clone. This act earned his favor.

"So what awaits me? Is it the Emperor's reprimand or imprisonment? Or even..." said No. 2.

"The Emperor will grant you a chance to atone for your sins. Ignorance is not the greatest sin; conceit and pride are." Ohmzod said. Hearing this, Number 2 lowered his head. It was clear that he now had a very deep understanding of this statement.

"Well then, we need your power now to help us reopen a portal so that we can evacuate from here." Ohmzod put a bracelet with the power of the Emperor and the Traveler on Magnus. The latter could allow this clone to break free from Tzeentch's control and also allow him to use psychic power to a certain extent.

As the portal reopened, the Khan left the battle, his figure transformed into a hurricane, leaving the battlefield. At this moment, the Khan finally awakened part of his own warp essence.

"Where are my other brothers?" No. 2 asked after being transferred to a safe place. Obviously, he was asking about the other clones.

"The doppelganger representing your furious side is doomed. He is surrounded." Ohmzod used his psychic power to project the distant battlefield. The two archdaemons, Rainfather and Scurvy, laid siege to Number 4. The archdaemon of Tzeentch was being held back by the archdaemon of Slaanesh. At this moment, a massive figure appeared on the battlefield.

"Lorgar! Damn it! It's Lorgar! This bastard, this hypocritical guy! I swear, one day I will suck out his soul!" When No. 2 saw Lorgar's figure, he roared angrily.

"Yes, we will one day punish this traitor," the Khan said comfortingly. "But now, my brother, you must persuade your other avatars to return to the Emperor. You have already made a mistake and cannot go any further down this wrong path!"

"At the same time, we also need you to know where your true self is." Omzod added.

"Okay, I'll try to contact Number 3." Number 2 nodded. However, at this moment, the tides of the Warp surged even more violently. Endless energy was impacting the barriers of reality. Powerful psychic energy was interfering with the real universe.

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"Lorgar? I never thought that you would actually join those evil spirits in the warp!" Magnus IV said as he looked at Lorgar who appeared in front of him.

"I just recognized the truth of the world earlier, and you, Magnus, my brother. You are also walking on this path. We will eventually be loyal to the gods." Lorgar said to Magnus in front of him.

"Pursing allegiance to this group of filthy and corrupt beings?" Number 4 said, looking at the great demon beside him. "The Emperor will execute you! You have no idea of ​​the true nature of the world! Lorgar! You are a dog. In the past, you called your father a god and you clung to him. Now you have chosen a new master. Your allegiance has changed, but your essence remains the same. You still use the cloak of faith to beautify yourself, serving as a dog for other beings. You have no idea what truly powerful beings are like. Their knowledge, strength, and tenacity are beyond your imagination."

"Shut up!" Listening to the words of Magnus's clone, Lorgar suddenly awakened many memories of the past. The past of the travelers he had met, the evil gods who twisted and sealed his will! And the wild laughter that echoed in the depths of his soul when the sword of the Eldar god pierced him.

"Attack!" Lorgar, no longer willing to waste time on his brother, charged, hammer in hand. Daemons surged forward like a tidal wave, and with the chimes echoing from seven bell towers, Nurgle's domain descended upon this mortal realm. With the power of a single avatar, Magnus IV could no longer withstand such a multitude of daemons. After a fierce battle, the most combative of Magnus's avatars was entangled in Nurgle's foul chains. And at this moment, Nurgle, with great satisfaction, bestowed upon Lorgar an additional blessing!

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"Wake up! My child! I have warned you before! Stay away from witchcraft! Everything you do is beyond your control. You think you know everything, but in fact, you know nothing. You are already falling into the abyss!" Just after the Khan recovered No. 2 and Nurgle and Slaanesh imprisoned No. 4, the Emperor's projection appeared in the mind of Magnus No. 3.

"Father...?!" No. 3 looked at the emperor who appeared in his consciousness in surprise.

"Take your people and return! You have gone far enough down the wrong path." The Emperor said with deep sorrow. Along with the Emperor's words, a large amount of information flowed into No. 3's mind.

"Come back to me, you still have a chance to correct yourself," said the Emperor.

"You're right, Father. We're too conceited." Number 3 spoke after a long moment, and his words caused the traveler beside him to frown slightly. Because, at this moment, this fragment of Magnus was using "us," not "me!" This meant that this fragment had an independent personality and mind. It had the same origin as the original, but it was not completely controlled by it!

"How will you treat us? I mean, will you treat me as your son, apart from the original, or will you let the original merge us?" Number 3 asked. He looked at the Emperor with a complex expression. Number 3 represented Magnus's ambition and strategy. He was a brilliant tactician, but he also had his own ambitions!

"This..." At this moment, the Emperor was speechless. He didn't know how to respond, for he sensed the other party's thoughts. This was a decision that was bound to offend one party. Realizing he had been deceived, Magnus's original self would surely want to complete his soul. And the one who had been separated would certainly not want to return to the past...

"Emperor, if I were my current self, could I call you father?" asked Avatar No. 3. The Emperor did not answer his question. At that moment, the Emperor was truly troubled because He did not know how to respond.

"You are making things difficult for a father." At this moment, the traveler's projection also entered the sea of ​​consciousness of clone No. 3.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." The moment he saw the traveler, the tall figure of clone No. 3 bowed to the other party.

"Your reaction surprised me a little," said the traveler.

"I know very little about you, but I know that you are a human being who has truly crossed that line. Your power is weaker than that of the Emperor, but your spirit and pursuit are admirable." No. 3 said.

"Maybe my question is indeed very sharp, but it determines my future and concerns my life and death. I can't avoid it." No. 3 changed the subject.

"This game will soon come to a close," the Traveler said. The Khan had already rescued an avatar, and Nurgle had obtained a fragment of Magnus' soul. The latter was somewhat satisfied, for he understood the principle of excess. Meanwhile, Tzeentch, after a massive investment, had suffered a massive strategic loss, save for transforming a Thousand Sons captain into a Daemon Prince and recruiting a number of Thousand Sons officers and soldiers. But he had no way of dealing with this. After all, objectively speaking, Tzeentch had been outmaneuvered by many sides this time. In both sheer power and strategic planning, he was no match for the opposing gods. Though unwilling to accept this, he felt compelled to cut his losses.

Even as long as Nurgle withdraws, the Emperor and the Traveler can enter. After all, Tzeentch alone cannot overturn the table in front of the two Gods of Order.

"Yes, it's about to come to an end." No. 3 nodded.

"So what are you going to do? Go back to your original body and tell him everything, or make some other choice?" the traveler asked.

"I'll tell him about Chaos's conspiracy, but I don't want to go back..." said No. 3.

"Haha, I'm not surprised by that answer," the traveler said with a smile. Magnus's soul was already problematic, and now, after his own actions, it could be described as completely unmotivated and difficult to lead. Furthermore, the soul fragment before him represented his ambition and strategy.

"So, will you tell all this to your descendants? Will you expose this disagreement to the public? Will you allow them to return to the Empire? Is that right?" the Traveler asked. His tone seemed calm, but it touched Number 3's heart.

Magnus also has deep feelings for his offspring. During the Battle of Terra, Magnus went deep into the Imperial Palace and met the Emperor again. The Emperor proposed a condition to Magnus, asking him to abandon the already corrupted Thousand Sons Legion and become the Primarch of the Grey Knights. However, Magnus refused because there were still 8000 surviving Thousand Sons outside the city walls. He even ascended to a demon in front of the Emperor in a rather impressive manner. Of course, there are many reasons why Magnus could not go back, but from this point of view, Magnus still values ​​his offspring very much.

Another issue is Professor A's Scarlet Letter. If Tzeentch hadn't intervened, Pony might have killed the former First Captain. With the Emperor and the Traveler unable to personally intervene, the only option left is to attack Pony 3's heart. Number 3 poses a challenge to the Emperor, and the Traveler poses one to Number : Will you reveal the truth to your offspring and allow them to choose?

The Traveler wasn't sure about the outcome. But he knew that facing this clone and legion, which was beyond his control, even if he could recover some of them, it would be a win. Pony No. 3 also made a quick decision.

"I will tell my descendants that they can choose to follow me, return to my original body, or return to the Empire." After more than ten minutes of silence, Pony No. 3 raised his head and said, his eyes full of determination. At this moment, he finally decided to side with the human race.

"I will temporarily leave everyone's sight. I hope that when we meet again in the future, we will not be enemies." Pony No. 3 then said.

"I hope you can make the right choice." The traveler said with a smile.

"Goodbye, venerable God-Ascendant. Your greatness is beyond my imagination." Then Pony 3 looked back at the Emperor. "I truly wish you could be my father, but right now, you don't seem to want to call me your son." Pony 3 gave the Emperor a complicated look.

Afterwards, as he said, he first withdrew from the battlefield with the remaining legions, and then announced some truths to his descendants. In the end, about 4% of the Thousand Sons chose to return to the Empire, 3% chose to follow Pony No. 3, and the remaining 3% chose to return to the original body.

Chapter 347 Settlement

"This result is unsatisfactory," the Emperor said with a hint of regret as he watched the smoke gradually dissipate from the Warp. The Thousand Sons Legion had undoubtedly suffered heavy losses in this battle. At the start, Amon led two companies, which, while not fully manned, still numbered nearly ten thousand. After a fierce battle, nearly half of them were lost. Of the several thousand remaining, 3000 followed Amon in his quest for Tzeentch. Or perhaps it could be considered a surrender, rather a result of Tzeentch's corruption and schemes.

Then, Magnus's three clones arrived with 3 men, nearly three fully equipped companies, and similarly suffered losses. After the battle, the remaining forces were divided into three groups. The Imperium of Man gained over 2 men, at least 7 of whom returned to Magnus' homeland, and around 3 followed Pony 8000. A small number of Thousand Sons were even captured by the forces of Nurgle and Slaanesh.

Of Magnus's three incarnations, Pony 2 was brought back to the Imperium by the Khan, Pony 3 escaped, and Pony 4 was captured by Lorgar. In fact, after this battle, the Thousand Sons Legion had lost nearly half its forces! Before the start of the Heresy, the gods had already begun to take action against the crucial Thousand Sons Legion. The game between the Emperor, the Traveler, and Tzeentch was primarily to win more Thousand Sons to their side. As for Nurgle and Slaanesh, although they also captured some Thousand Sons and even obtained a fragment of the Primarch, their overall goal was to prevent Tzeentch's power from overexpanding. It must be said that Tzeentch's move to divide the Primarch was truly eye-opening.

"Then do you have a better idea?" The traveler sighed.

"Well, we have tried our best. It's a pity that our master cannot go, and we are not fully prepared." The emperor sighed.

"The Great Rebellion has begun, and both sides are gradually confronting each other. The Chaos God's fortune is rising. We must be prepared to adapt to more difficult battlefields in the future," the traveler said. "But believe me, from the current perspective, our situation is far better than in the other timeline."

Look at what happened in this alternate timeline? Nine Legions suddenly rebelled, and taking advantage of the information gap, they wiped out three loyal Legions. Nearly 9 loyal Space Marines from the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard were annihilated in a remarkably short period of time. So much so that even Horus felt he was winning...

Meanwhile, in this dimension, the Iron Warriors, one of the pillars of the Rebellion, having done the dirty work, have decided to toil on the side of humanity, contributing to the building of the Empire. The Night Lords are also changing. And Omegan, a loyal member of the Alpha Legion, declares he won't need the help of his brothers; he will personally root out the traitors within the Legion. While Alpharius and Omegan may have a so-called pact, both special operations specialists know that such a move will be discredited once it's out in the open!

And what about the Loyalists? The Space Wolves had made significant progress. Not only were they now a major Legion in their own right, they possessed previously unimaginable industry and supplies. Ferrus had diligently built his Iron Hands Legion to a strength of 15! A torrent of steel stretched from the ground to the skies.

Guilliman went even further. During an audience with the Emperor, when the Emperor asked him how many troops he had destroyed, Guilliman gave a number. The Emperor then remained silent for a long time and told Guilliman not to let his brothers know, as long as he knew it. Then, in order to show his trust in the Emperor, Guilliman directly transferred 5 Ultramarines to the Emperor's command. These troops then operated under the names of the Custodians Auxiliary Corps and external personnel of the Chamber of the Adeptus Custodes.

Jonson still leads his powerful First Legion. Thanks to the Traveler, many of the original Dread Inner Circle survived the clash with the great enemy of the Randan. They continue to follow the Lion King's orders against the terrifying xenos across the galaxy. Vulkan's Legion has reduced its activities abroad, following the Emperor's orders to learn to maintain and use the Imperial Webway. Simply put, Dorn is laying dust in the Solar Segmentum, Perturabo is laying dust across the galaxy, and Vulkan is laying dust within the Webway! According to the Emperor's plan, before the Heresy truly arrives, the three Legions will spearhead a strategic galactic project capable of both offensive and defensive operations within the physical universe, within Terra, and within the Webway! The Emperor will be the principal contractor, the Traveler will oversee the project, and the three Legions will be responsible for its construction!

The Legions of Sanguinius and the Khan continued to sweep across the vast galaxy like a hurricane, crushing those xenos who dared to stand against humanity. But now, they might have a new mission, because after this battle, the Word Bearers have been exposed, and the Emperor is about to declare them traitors!

"Okay, let's talk about what to do next? The Battle of Ullanor is about to begin, but from a military point of view, this is not a very difficult thing. Compared to this Orc Empire, I think Lorgar and Alpharius are the biggest problems. And those potential betrayers, we need to prepare early." said the Emperor.