Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"The Angel Legion and some troops drawn from other places will be used to deal with Lorgar. We don't seek to completely destroy him, but just to consume him. I hope to let some Raven Guard and Omegon deal with Alpharius together. In this way, we can consume part of the rebels' strength before the rebellion officially breaks out. You come to watch the angels and make sure nothing happens to them. Behind Alpharius are just some dead aliens, and the Emperor's servants are enough. As for the Khan, continue to track Magnus," the traveler said after thinking for a moment.

"What about you? What are you doing?" asked the Emperor.

"If the time is right, I'll go meet Russ, the Lion King, Guilliman, and Ferrus," the Traveler said after a moment's thought. The war was imminent, and he needed to remind them: Russ and Ferrus should be cautious, Guilliman should not attempt hand-to-hand combat, and the Lion King should prioritize the greater good and stop attacking the rebels' rear.

"I feel like we have a huge advantage now," said the Emperor.

"Hmm?! A big advantage?" The Traveler frowned. "You're a bit optimistic. We only have a significant advantage in terms of legions and conventional forces. The Chaos Gods also have their own legions. And with the arrival of the Hour of Destiny, our ability to exert our own strength will be further restricted. Take the encirclement and suppression of the Word Bearers, for example. With the support of the Chaos forces, Sanguinius and the Khan will be under tremendous pressure. And I have a feeling someone might take advantage of this opportunity."

"Some guy? You mean that Vashtor from the Warp? Would he dare?" The Emperor made no secret of his ridicule and disdain for the guy who tried to get involved in the Dark Forge Realm.

"If the Chaos Gods combine their efforts, it won't be a question of whether He dares or not, but rather a question of having no choice!" the Traveler said. "Vashtor and His Dark Forge Domain can also cause us significant trouble."

"Well, we must take this fellow seriously. Of course, after the Heresy is over, I will consider personally taking action and bringing him down!" the Emperor said murderously. He's just a demigod!

"What are you going to do about Horus?" The Emperor once again mentioned the name that gave the traveler a headache. After all, the Emperor still had a great obsession with saving some of Horus. As for the future Primarchs of the rebellion, Fulgrim was not to mention it. The Gods of Order had made preparations hundreds of years ago, so it would not be a problem to snatch some of them back. The Emperor had no thoughts about Angron. After all, Angron did not recognize him as his father. The Emperor did not have any thoughts about Mortarion either. After all, the Emperor believed that he had done enough for Mortarion. Why didn't this guy appreciate it? He even said that he had stolen his victory? If the Emperor saw Mortarion again after the future Heresy, He would ask this guy, do you know your own worth?

However, the Emperor's obsession with Horus was quite strong. He hoped that when he killed the other party, he would kill a puppet created by the evil god, not his own offspring.

"I can only say I'll do my best and make the trip, but I can't guarantee the outcome," the Traveler sighed. "And while I'm at it, you must help me keep an eye on at least two of the Evil Gods!" As for why the Traveler didn't keep an eye on the Evil Gods, and then the Emperor? The reason was simple: the Traveler wasn't strong enough, and the Emperor couldn't run as fast as the Traveler!

"Thank you, my friend." The Emperor said with great gratitude.

As the Emperor and the Traveler took stock of the campaign's gains, across the Warp, Nurgle and Slaanesh did the same.

"I never imagined Tzeentch could possess such a skill!" Slaanesh exclaimed in awe as he gazed at the bound Pony Number 4. If the youngest of the evil gods had previously been somewhat unconvinced by his predecessors, now he felt a modicum of shock from them. The Primarch was unique, and while this clone before him wasn't a complete Primarch, it could already do many of their duties!

"Tzeentch is powerful. His power is not only reflected in strength, but also in strategy and knowledge that are beyond our reach. The most powerful evil god in the past was best at hiding and conspiracy, so we must always be on guard against him." said Nurgle.

"But no matter what, we won this time. We obtained a clone of the Primarch, the souls of thousands of Thousand Sons officers and some captives. This feeling makes me very comfortable. I will make those who once mocked me pay the price! This time is just the beginning!" said Slaanesh.

"Should we find an opportunity to target Tzeentch again? Tzeentch must have more fragments of the Primarch in his hands, and now he has been severely damaged by us." Slaanesh said.

"No, let's end this matter here. I will not take the initiative to attack Tzeentch again before the Great Heresy is over." Nurgle shook his huge head, rejecting Slaanesh's proposal.

"Why? We can get more from Tzeentch, and he has been defeated. As long as we join forces again..." said Slaanesh.

"Don't exceed the limit, Slaanesh. The fundamental reason why we can succeed this time is that both Khorne and I want to know what Tzeentch is plotting. Now we all know it and have also gained some benefits. Tzeentch will not pose a serious threat to us in the future. In this case, we don't need to target him anymore. We have to consider how to reap our spoils from the abominations and humans. Let's end this matter here. This result is acceptable to us, Khorne, and even Tzeentch himself." Nurgle broke down the truth bit by bit and told Slaanesh.

That is, during the Great Heresy, everyone still had to work together to deal with the Gods of Order. It was okay to put obstacles in each other's way, but not excessively. This time, Khorne didn't intervene. Khorne was reckless, but he wasn't foolish. He was always wary of the shifting power among the evil gods. The former First and now Second Evil Gods were certainly a target of Khorne's vigilance, but the increasingly close Nurgle and Slaanesh were also a major concern for Khorne. Khorne didn't express his stance this time, but it's hard to say what will happen next time!

Besides, the fundamental reason for the internal strife among the evil gods is still the division of interests. However, these things are essentially taken from human civilization and the gods of order. Now that everyone has resolved some of the past internal conflicts, it's time to think about how to expand the pie! Instead of constantly calculating against each other.

"But Tzeentch will not let go, and he will surely hate us for this incident," said Slaanesh.

"That's a matter for the future. He will certainly retaliate, but if He strikes now, then we can naturally continue to fight back," Nurgle said. Nurgle had also considered the possibility of Tzeentch's retaliation. After all, the two sides had been fighting for tens of millions of years, simply responding to the challenge with a series of counterattacks. Furthermore, this time, Nurgle and Tzeentch had also gained Lorgar's favor. It was foreseeable that Lorgar would be even more dedicated in the future.

While the gods were taking stock of their harvest and making plans for their next action, in the mortal world, in Macragge, the most dazzling pearl of the human empire, Guilliman, the future designated Prime Minister of the empire, was handling the work at hand. Looking at the top-secret message sent to him by the Emperor, Guilliman fell into deep thought. At the same time, the document sent by his confidential attendant also surprised Guilliman. That is, one of his best brothers, Ferrus came to visit him, but unlike ordinary visits, this time Ferrus was very low-key and hoped that Guilliman would keep it secret for him.

"Emmmm. Is it because of Fulgrim's corruption and the betrayal of the Word Bearers?" Guilliman muttered to himself as he read the message from Ferrus. "Prepare, we need to keep it secret, but we must make our brothers feel at home." After a moment's contemplation, Guilliman ordered.

Chapter 348: Ferrus's Open-Minded Thoughts

"Ferus, I'm really happy about your visit. I've been missing the time when we fought and grew up together. Although facing the Randan aliens was the most difficult time we have ever experienced, we were united and worked closely together, and we finally won the victory." When he saw Ferrus, Guilliman went up to give his brother a warm hug.

"Yes, although we faced various foreign enemies at that time, we were united. We would do anything for humanity, for the empire, and for our father!" Ferrus' voice was still as strong as steel, but Guilliman heard some sadness and melancholy in it.

"Okay, let's go to another place to have this talk. This isn't the right place," Guilliman said to Ferrus.

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"To be honest, when I heard about Lorgar and the Alpha Legion, I was very shocked and angry. I don't know why our brothers betrayed the Empire and our father." Guilliman said when only Guilliman and Ferrus were left in the room.

"There's only one reason for loyalty, and that's loyalty. There are many reasons for betrayal: perhaps it's the pursuit of power, perhaps it's one's own ambition, perhaps it's interference and corruption from the outside world. Hatred, dissatisfaction, anger, and misunderstanding can all be the trigger for betrayal. Even as Primarchs, we're still troubled by various things. Our minds and spirits grow tired, we become lazy, and cracks appear, allowing something to take advantage. Some of us are driven mad by the difficulties before us and succumb to our opponents. This happened to one of our brothers during the Randan War. And before Lorgar and Alpha, I'm afraid another brother we lost also believed in the evil of the Warp."

"Perhaps, our father thought before that these were just isolated cases, and that all we had to do was destroy them and seal all the information. But the reality is so cruel, and more and more brothers have been bewitched and deceived. Or perhaps they themselves are dissatisfied. And now, whether it is the two legions that have been marked as traitors, or some recent events in the Emperor's Children Legion, they are telling us that a new crisis has arrived before us, and we must be prepared." Ferrus said.

"We will do our best to defeat our opponents, and my Ultramarines and I will be your most steadfast allies and supporters, as well as Russ and Clarks. Together we can definitely destroy all enemies. Ultramar and the Ultramarines are no longer what they used to be!" Guilliman said confidently.

"Yes, the Ultramar and the sector you rule are indeed very different now. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would find it hard to believe that the sector you rule is so prosperous and the people here live such a happy and fulfilling life. There is no doubt that Ultramar has become the most dazzling pearl of the entire human empire. You have struck a good balance between the needs of the Great Crusade and the welfare of the people. And your legion has become one of the few powerful legions in the entire empire." Ferrus exclaimed as he looked at Macragge outside the window.

Initially, Ferrus hadn't been optimistic about his brother. Guilliman struck Ferrus as a king and politician, not a warrior or sage. Ferrus also harbored dissatisfaction with the Ultramarines' initial performance. After all, Guilliman's first encounter with the Randan aliens was a definite drawback.

But then, Ferrus had to admit his brother possessed an astonishing talent for farming. Ferrus himself considered his management skills quite impressive, yet his industrial complexes and conscription planets only encompassed a few dozen worlds. Including those providing minerals, food, and other resources, there were barely over a hundred. This was already a source of headaches for Ferrus, while Guilliman, on the other hand, had meticulously managed the 500 worlds of the Ultramar Sector. His legion, benefiting from a rich interstellar kingdom, had rapidly expanded. Currently, the Ultramarines boasted a total of 25 troops, but Ferrus knew that this figure was far too modest.

Faced with such an expanded Legion, Ferrus, like some of his brothers, once wondered if Guilliman had some intentions, even hinting to the Emperor. The Emperor's response was that Guilliman was loyal and reliable, and he advised Ferrus to analyze things for himself and not be misled by superficial phenomena. Ferrus did, through various means, gain some understanding of Guilliman and his Legion. From what he could tell, Guilliman and his Legion were clearly loyal and powerful.

In addition, Guilliman and his Ultramar continued to provide weapons and various assistance to their close brother legions, and they often cooperated with each other. Therefore, although the relationship between the two sides had experienced some twists and turns, it was generally closer.

"But in my heart, you are still the best military commander among my brothers. If you are interested in competing for that position, I can provide help. I can mobilize 5 complete regiments from my hands to support your operations. If it is not enough, I can lead the team to support you personally." Guilliman said sincerely.

News of the Warmaster election had leaked long before, and Horus was preparing for it. Other capable Primarchs also wouldn't pass up the opportunity to prove themselves. Guilliman could have also competed for the title, based on his strength. But right now, he favored Ferrus over himself.

"In fact, with the strength and military achievements of the Ultramarines, you also have a chance, my brother," said Ferrus.

"Me? No, I'm not suitable." Guilliman glanced at Ferrus, sensing a strange mood today, especially with what he had just said. He was asking me to run for Warmaster? What did that mean? "Haven't you always wanted to be Warmaster? I just clearly expressed my support for you, even offering to lead my own troops to help you. Why are you now recommending me for the position?"

"I have never independently commanded a large-scale battle in a certain direction where the main forces of several legions fought together. I know my legion very well, but my understanding of other legions is limited. Moreover, I am not outstanding in tactics and technology, and my strengths do not lie here. And a position of Warmaster with obvious military significance is obviously not suitable for me. I'd better give this position to a more suitable brother. And I am optimistic about you, Ferrus." Guilliman said after calming down.

Guilliman is now incredibly self-aware. After his unlimited sparring sessions with Ramon on the training ground, he's no longer confident in his own abilities. And after being beaten 0- by the Lord of Radiance in the RTS, Guilliman has also come to understand his own commanding abilities... So now, Guilliman focuses on one thing: "I'll just do what I'm good at," leaving the professional combat duties to his other talented brothers or descendants. Highlighting a comparative advantage!

Therefore, the Ultramarines greatly enjoy supporting allied forces in combat. Of course, these so-called allies are categorized into different levels. Whenever possible, the Ultramarines prefers to work with Legions with which they have good relations. Within the Ultramarines, the support hierarchy is as follows: the highest ranks naturally include the Iron Hands, Space Wolves, and Raven Guard. The reason for this is self-evident. They truly consider these Legions like close brothers. Sometimes, they don't just provide men and weapons; after conquering a planet, they even provide development loans to help restore production on that planet.

The second tier consists of legions like the Dark Angels, Iron Warriors, Emperor's Fists, Blood Angels, White Scars, and Salamanders. These legions aren't particularly close, but they've worked together during the Randan War. The Primarchs have exchanged ideas a few times, and their personalities and compatibility are generally acceptable. Therefore, they often cooperate with one another, sometimes even offering requests that aren't excessive, but as long as they're not excessive, they'll agree.

The third tier consists of the remaining legions, such as the Sons of Horus, the former Emperor's Children Legion, the Death Guard and other legions. These legions have a decent reputation, but Guilliman and the Ultramarines are not familiar with these people, really not familiar with them, so everyone just does their job impartially. They can help out when something happens, but that's all.

As for the fourth tier, it is similar to the Alpha Legion, the Night Lords, and Angron's World Eaters. Guilliman hates these legions with very bad reputations. He has criticized these legions and their primarchs on many occasions, and there is basically no cooperation between them.

There was even a standoff between the Ultramarines and the World Eaters over a certain issue, but the World Eaters retreated. This was partly because Angron didn't want to be taken away by the Emperor for a similar situation again. The previous blow from Pixar's hammer had left Angron with severe psychological and physical trauma, prompting the offending World Eaters commander to back down. Another factor was the sheer number of Ultramarines on the opposing side! At the time, the Ultramarines involved in the standoff outnumbered their own forces by more than twice their own! Remember, Angron's Legion was only a small one, and the Emperor had given him command again, but only of a portion of it!

"Ferus, can you tell me what happened?" Guilliman asked the silent Ferrus. Now, he realized that Ferrus, who was originally ambitious for the position of Warmaster, seemed to have decided to give up, and Guilliman wanted to know what exactly caused this result.

"I don't want to be the Warmaster anymore, and part of the reason is the same as yours, that is, being the Warmaster is not suitable for me." After being silent for a long time, Ferrus finally spoke. At this moment, he seemed to have let go of some of the shackles in his heart.

"The Warmaster isn't just a simple military commander. He also needs to coordinate relationships across the board, including those within our fraternity, between the Legion and other departments of the Empire, and even between Terra and the local communities. These are too complex and don't suit me. I see myself as a warrior, an excellent military commander, a skilled craftsman, and a technical sage. Now, the position of Warmaster has deviated from my identity. I want to be a pure human being."

"Guilliman, you possess greater abilities in this area than I do. If you are willing to assume the Warmaster's role, I have your support," Ferrus said. While many Primarchs were wary of Guilliman's overly large army and kingdom, few truly disliked him. Take Dorn, for example. Was it Guilliman's lack of generosity, or was Ultramar's equipment shoddy? Neither! The same principle of "taking from someone and then giving back" applies to the Primarchs...

"Perhaps after this trial, you will become more capable, Ferrus. In my eyes, you are not someone who gives up easily or retreats in the face of difficulties," Guilliman said sternly. Guilliman understood Ferrus's reasoning. After all, hadn't Guilliman chosen to do what he was best at? However, Guilliman thought Ferrus's reasoning was too far-fetched. After all, Ferrus himself was too strong-willed, and this reaction was unlike him. In Guilliman's mind, he could retreat, but Ferrus shouldn't! He was his idol!

"Will you tell me the real reason?" Guilliman demanded.

"Well, I have a feeling that a greater threat is coming. Unlike the last time we faced the Randan xenos, our problem this time lies within. The Word Bearers and the Alpha Legion may just be the beginning. Certain things about the Emperor's Children Legion may also be a very bad omen. Do you understand what I mean? Although it makes me feel very uncomfortable to face my former brothers, we must be prepared. I don't have the opportunity to waste my precious time and energy on these boring things. As for this Warmaster, whoever is willing to do it can do it as long as they can guarantee loyalty to mankind and the Emperor." Ferrus said.

"Is it just the beginning?" Guilliman said with a gloomy face. So far, all the other words of Ferrus put together had not touched him as much as this one. It reminded him of what Captain Hill had mentioned to him in a private occasion a long time ago, that is, the Ultramarines should study the combat characteristics of other legions and formulate some targeted plans.

"Ferus, is this just your guess? If there is no evidence, I hope you will not say this again in the future. And if it is true, then I hope you can tell our father." Guilliman said.

Before something happens, people tend to dismiss it as a fantasy, and after it happens, they can become paranoid. Some keep silent, observing others, while others speak out. Guilliman is equally displeased with Angron and Curze. When even the Word Bearers, who have always been reverent to the Emperor, rebel, Guilliman believes the World Eaters and the Night Lords are equally unreliable. Although Russ had mentioned in recent communications that Curze had changed significantly, Guilliman remained skeptical. But now, Ferrus had made Guilliman's concerns clear!

"I will tell my father. In fact, I am really worried about Mortarion and his Death Guard." said Ferrus.

Chapter 349 Why don’t we choose Zhuang Sen?

"Hmm?! If you doubt Angron and Curze, I can understand, but why do you suspect Mortarion? He is an extremely anti-psychic person, and can even be said to be the most hostile to psychic power and the Warp among our brothers. This time the corruption comes from the Warp, and Mortarion should not be connected with them." Guilliman said.

"Some of Mortarion's actions make me uneasy," Ferrus said. "For example, his worship of the number seven and multiples of seven. He requires a Deathshroud Terminator to accompany him at all times. He requires his retainers to be within 7 paces of him, and his legion has a total of seven companies. So many of his actions are tied to the number seven. This is no longer just an obsession, but a ritual."

"That reason is far-fetched," said Guilliman.

"Yes, if that were all, what I said would be far-fetched, but not long ago, I defeated an evil from the Warp. Before his death, this guy shouted that Mortarion and his legion had been chosen by an evil god called Nurgle. I decided to investigate." Ferrus said. (Tzeentch is ecstatic)

"We cannot doubt our brothers just because of a word from some Warp creatures. This is wrong." Guilliman said with a slight expression.

"I didn't believe it at the time, but I did investigate through certain channels. I was surprised to find that Mortarion's most trusted captain was secretly using psychic powers and seemed to be offering sacrifices to a god representing plague and death. After comparison and research, I was surprised to find that this Nurgle was the same kind of demon that attacked the Thousand Sons' recruitment world! And the Word Bearers were also serving this warp existence!" said Ferrus.

"Is this true?" Guilliman asked in shock. "Have you told Mortarion about this?" However, all Guilliman received was a roll of his eyes from Ferrus.

"Guilliman, my brother, I know it's hard for you to accept this fact, but think about it. As Mortarion's most trusted and relied-upon Captain, and First Captain of the Death Guard, didn't he do what he did without Mortarion's instructions? This is like my own Ducain disobeying my orders. It's unconvincing."

"And I can confirm that Mortarion has also collected a lot of alien technology and artifacts. Although he hates psionics and the Warp, he is also involved in certain things. I now even suspect that some of his statements are completely fake." Ferrus said with confidence. (In the background, Mortarion did do something similar.)

"......" After hearing what Ferrus said, Guilliman fell silent. Although he did not speak, in his heart, he did more or less agree with Ferrus's inference. Of course, Guilliman made such a decision on the one hand because of his trust in Ferrus. He believed Ferrus' words, and on the other hand, it was because Guilliman knew very well that Mortarion had a lot of opinions about the Emperor. He and Horus were too close, so Guilliman believed that once some changes occurred, Mortarion would be loyal to Horus, not the Emperor.

Guilliman and Kerax privately discussed this, and even joined Kerax in appealing to the Emperor. However, the Emperor remained silent, then acknowledged his understanding and offered no further reaction. (In the background, Guilliman and the Corvus King did raise concerns with the Emperor regarding Horus, and the Emperor's response was classic: the Emperor restrained the two Primarchs and declared that loyalty to Horus was loyalty to him...)

"So you have spoken to your father about this?" Guilliman asked.

"Yes, I think my father mentioned this matter, and his answer was to remain vigilant, but not to act rashly. I think the hint is already very clear." said Ferrus.

"Well, we do need to prepare something," Guilliman said with a slight nod. "But if neither you nor I are Warmasters, then who do we choose? Anyway, I don't want to support Horus," Guilliman said. Guilliman was truly a master of politics, adhering to the principle that I could have a chat and a laugh with you, but when it came to the Warmaster, Guilliman held to one fundamental principle: no one who hadn't experienced the Randan War together should be Warmaster!

Although Guilliman and his Legion's performance in the early stages of the Randan War wasn't great, and could even be described as disastrous, Guilliman had experienced it all. He was certain that, from the beginning of the Great Crusade until now, none had ever been as large-scale and brutal as the Randan War. As the leader and supreme military commander of his brothers, it would be a joke to say that the Warmaster hadn't personally participated in the Randan War. At least that's what Guilliman believed! In reality, many Primarchs shared similar views.

"So, what do you think of Jonson, the Lord of the First Legion?" Ferrus said.

"Jonson? The Lion himself gives people an inaccessible feeling, although in the war, he and his legion are as powerful and reliable as ever. But can he get the support of his other brothers?" asked Guilliman.

"I've been in contact with Perturabo, Vulkan, and Dorn. They all have a good impression of Jonson. And most importantly, Jonson is loyal and reliable. This has been proven in previous wars. The most difficult and controversial wars were all accomplished by Jonson and his legion." Ferrus said.

Ferrus had also come into contact with Jonson. Before the final siege of the Randan Empire, the two Primarchs, as the de facto leaders of the Empire's two largest military groups, had communicated with each other. In Ferrus's opinion, Jonson was indeed ruthless, but also efficient. Jonson himself was also a brilliant tactician. Ferrus felt that while he might have an advantage in frontal advances and mechanization, in other aspects, Ferrus felt that he and his legion were still insufficient against Jonson and his six wings of Dark Angels.

It could be said that Ferrus recognized Jonson's combat prowess. As for his interpersonal skills, Ferrus felt Jonson was actually quite good. At least the Legions that had fought alongside the Dark Angels had a very positive opinion of Jonson and his Legion. After all, the First Legion was facing difficulties, and they were truly committed! They were worried that their teammates wouldn't perform well! And the First Legion certainly had reason to be proud of themselves at this point.

"Actually, I don't agree with our father's creation of the title of Warmaster." Guilliman didn't respond to Ferrus's question. "Because this position makes us, who were once equals, no longer equal. In fact, I miss the cooperation between the various legions during the Randan War."

"Actually, I don't really like having others tell me what to do during a war. Maybe Jonson isn't the best choice, but he's the only one right now," Ferrus said with a pout. While he acknowledged Jonson and the First Legion's combat prowess, his pride still made him reluctant to follow Jonson's orders. People can be so conflicted sometimes. Especially since Ferrus had previously been playing with his younger brother.

"If Lord Balder were still alive, I think there would be no doubt about the position of Warmaster. Even though he is not our brother. But I think, at least all the Primarchs who participated in the Randan War would not object to this. And as long as we can be united, we will not lose." Guilliman said with some emotion.

"Haha." Ferrus smiled without saying anything, but his attitude made his point clear. In reality, the current dilemma stems from the fact that the differences between the top Primarchs are actually quite small. Jonson is indeed powerful, and his Legion is also very strong, but he's not good at farming. Currently, the Dark Angels still import much of their armaments from Fenris and Macragge!

Horus was a man of great ability and a skilled interpersonal advisor, but his subtle thoughts and hesitations had caused displeasure among some of his brothers. If it were anything else, perhaps no one would have paid much attention, but as Guilliman had said, it was unbelievable that a Primarch who hadn't participated in the entire Randal War had become Warmaster.

Ferrus, in terms of technology, was the strongest of the Primarchs. Guilliman, on the other hand, was incredibly skilled at farming. Even without mentioning the actual number of Ultramarines, the mere fact that he boasted over 20 members was enough to shock people. So, the current situation was that everyone felt somewhat dissatisfied.

"We can support Zhuangsen to become the Warmaster. I can provide troop support, and you can provide some technology and equipment. And if we encounter major events, I hope we can negotiate with each other." Guilliman said with a smile after thinking for a long time.

"That's a great idea! You provide the troops, I'll provide the equipment! If Jonson agrees, then we'll support him as Warmaster." Ferrus immediately understood Guilliman's intention. That is, if Jonson became Warmaster, the Ultramarines and the Iron Hands would absolutely support him and cooperate with him in battle. Sometimes a little sacrifice was acceptable, but Jonson couldn't really treat them as subordinates. When it comes to major issues, everyone should consult; you can't have a single-handed decision.

"That's it, then. If it's convenient, you can express our sincerity to the Lion King." Ferrus nodded. "I'm sorry for wronging you, Guilliman. I will compensate you in other ways." In fact, Ferrus felt a little guilty. Originally, your good brother supported you, but now you don't want to be one, and you let your good brother support others. This is a bit bad.

"Everything is for humanity, for the Imperium," Guilliman said nonchalantly. "If Lord Baldur could once again fight alongside us in the new war that is about to break out, many of our troubles would be averted," Guilliman said with deep emotion. That being, so powerful that even the Primarch found it inconceivable, yet suddenly rising and disappearing like a meteor, remained etched in Guilliman's memory.

"Perhaps, He has been watching us from a higher dimension?" said Ferrus.

"Huh?!" Guilliman said in surprise.

"Have you noticed the change in Curze? Do you know the reason?" asked Ferrus.

"He seems to have gotten better recently, and the reason for the change seems to be that Curze fought with a mysterious alien and was then teleported to a fiefdom planet of the Space Wolves. There he fought alongside the Space Wolves garrison. Perhaps this battle caused some changes in Curze's thinking. There are too many mysteries and secrets involved." Guilliman said.

"Corax and I did gather some information," Ferrus said with a smile. "Some of the information in the rumors has been suppressed. Although the Night Lords have done their best to conceal it, my people went to the planet where Curze was previously responsible for suppressing the rebellion and gathered some information. There, there seems to be no description of the so-called powerful aliens, only a certain mysterious figure. Corax later went there himself and felt a familiar power."

"You should know that Corax is the best at concealment and perception among us. And he himself is also very sensitive to psychic energy. Of course, it is also possible that it is not Lord Balder himself, but someone else." Ferrus said.

"Have you spoken to Russ about this? Have you spoken to our father?" Guilliman asked.

"Russ should have felt it too. As for our father, he gave me a very patient and thoughtful response. He did not answer Balder's question, but only said that the Traveler is real and not illusory. He exists in the past and the future, in the real universe and the warp. He is our comrade and predecessor." Ferrus said.

"Alright... I understand." Guilliman had suspected this long ago, but now, with the Emperor's confirmation, he relaxed. "I've read numerous accounts of gods from various civilizations. But when they actually appeared, I was rather bewildered."

"Gods have always existed, whether in the real universe or in the subspace. The master of the Randan alien may also be a god, or a being close to God. In front of Him, we are so fragile. Many people don't like gods, but if we have to face gods, then it would be best if we have an equal on our side." said Ferrus.

"I know what to do. I will support the Cult of the Traveler's mission in the Ultramar Sector," Guilliman said. Why would the Emperor tell Ferrus these things, and why would Ferrus tell Guilliman these things? The reason is simple. Guilliman has 500 worlds at his disposal, 500 thriving human worlds—a tremendous source of faith! Right now, all sides are expanding their military forces and preparing for war, and for a racial deity like the Traveler, the best way to prepare for war is to increase the source of faith!

"Okay, everything for humanity, everything for the empire." Ferrus said with satisfaction.

Chapter 350 Ambitious Zhuang Sen

"Sir, this is the document on the recent consumption of the legion's weapons and equipment and the request for replenishment." After taking the data tablet from his subordinates, Costwayn came to the Lion King and reported.

"Consumption has increased again." The Lion King said after quickly scanning the contents of the data board.

"Yes. The Legion paid a huge price when dealing with the Krafo people. In addition to the loss of personnel and equipment, the Legion also invested a large amount of assets in the defense of the fortress planet. Coupled with the Legion's offensive in other directions, the Legion's losses were very high."

"Also, the Iron Warriors have been recruited by the Emperor and are carrying out a construction plan. The help that the Fourth Legion can provide us is also decreasing. Most of the Imperial Fists and Salamanders have also been recruited. This has resulted in our supply of materials not being as abundant as before." Corswayn reported.

"My closest brothers all have their own tasks. As the First Legion, the leader of all legions, we should learn to handle some things on our own," said the Lion King.

"Yes my lord," Coswayn responded.

"Is there any news from the Wolf King?" asked the Lion King.

"All supplies are still the same as before. The Space Wolves are doing pretty well. There has been no change in supply due to the end of the Randan War. Captain Nemean has communicated with the Space Wolves Legion before, and Lord Russ said he could agree to increase the supply by 10%." said Causwayne.

"You have to keep a close eye on this aspect. A new war is about to begin. Tell Luther that I need to draw a group of new troops from various conscript planets. I hope the size of this force can reach more than 5 people. It must be fully equipped and staffed, equipped with corresponding fleets and various equipment." said the Lion King.

"Sir, this..." Corswayn hesitated. "The Legion is under too much pressure. In some ways, it's even greater than what we faced during the Randan War."