Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Honestly, this victory was easier than I thought," said the Traveler. This battle had been planned for a long time, as the Emperor had entangled Tzeentch. This resulted in the three evil gods present being unable to see through the plans of the Traveler and the Eldar gods. Khorne was bound by his oath, so he could not attack the Traveler together with Slaanesh. Nurgle, on the other hand, always adhered to the concept of self-preservation. As for Slaanesh? If He had not been so greedy and had not followed the Traveler into the Webway, He would not have given the Traveler and the Eldar gods this opportunity. However, the latter's greed and lack of experience made the plan complete!

"Slaanesh's intelligence is indeed lacking." Aeneid also felt that this surprise came too suddenly. Honestly, despite setting the trap, the Gods of Order hadn't expected it to actually work. Slaanesh actually pursued a deity known for fleeing alone, and even burrowed into the Webway. To be blunt, it would be a shame not to ambush Slaanesh!

As for why Nurgle didn't help Slaanesh, it was partly because Nurgle had grown tired of Slaanesh's repeated reckless actions. Secondly, once inside the Webway, it was the home turf of the Gods of Order. Nurgle had to consider that if he arrived and Slaanesh was already lying on the ground, Nurgle's ability to escape would be uncertain. After all, the power of the Aeneid was somewhat restraining to Nurgle. And the Traveler even carried his own blood vial.

"Let's go out and take a look." The Traveler didn't relax despite the heavy blow dealt to Slaanesh. Outside, Nurgle and Khorne were still stronger than the Gods of Order. While the Aeneid held high status, they themselves hadn't yet fully awakened. And the Traveler himself? Honestly, in terms of sheer power, he was no match for Nurgle at this point. Holding one back was already a good thing. As for the Emperor, he was locked in a constant struggle with Tzeentch, so a weak projection would be a blessing.

At this moment, the impact of Slaanesh's avatar's destruction was also apparent. Whether it was the gods high above or the legionnaires fighting in the mortal realm, they all felt a powerful being wiped out from the void! Fate is fair. When Chaos' fortune was high, it gave the Four Chaos Gods the opportunity to enter the physical universe with their own power. It was only under these extremely special circumstances that the Chaos Gods could enter with limited avatars. But unfortunately, Slaanesh was not able to do it. Even with the opportunity given to him, he was useless!

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"This... A despicable being is disgusting enough in itself, but more importantly, he is a loser!" Khorne snorted coldly as he felt the aura of Slaanesh dissipate in the void. "You have chosen a terrible ally. Nurgle!"

"......" Nurgle also lowered his massive head. He too fell into deep doubt, wondering if his alliance with Slaanesh was the right choice. Although Slaanesh was also an evil god, it was clear that this guy could sometimes act foolishly!

"But now you can rest assured. My alliance with Slaanesh is only for self-protection against Tzeentch, and does not involve fighting against you." Nurgle looked up at Khorne and said.

"I believe you," Khorne nodded, his words betraying a deep disdain for Slaanesh. Slaanesh had proven that a Cult God possessing only power without brains would be useless. In fact, tens of millions of years ago, the Harlequin God of the Eldar had already been using schemes and calculations to manipulate the C'tan. It's just that a hallmark of intelligent civilizations is their short memory, and this applies not only to civilizations but also to the gods themselves!

"Awe-inspiring!" Khorne's clone saluted the Traveler as he reappeared from the void. Regardless, in the eyes of the God of War, a warrior who, despite facing extreme disadvantages, manages to defeat an opponent deserves admiration. Even if the opponent also has help, Slaanesh's lack of martial ethics makes it only natural for the Traveler to retaliate.

Chapter 364 Tzeentch: Playing with the Gods!

"So, Your Excellency, do you want to continue trying?" Nurgle took out his scythe. And Khorne held the scarlet sword tightly in his hand!

"Ah..." The Traveler sighed. At this moment, he really didn't want to fight anymore. In this round, he played all his cards and barely defeated Slaanesh's clone, but facing the two of them, the Traveler really had no chance of winning.

"I promised Horus that I would try my best to save him." The traveler said, shaking the Twilight Spear in his hand.

"Your efforts will be fruitless, as you well know." Nurgle glanced at the godslaying spear in the Traveler's hand, his eyelids twitching slightly. The power contained within it frightened even Nurgle.

At this moment, a golden figure appeared beside the traveler. At this moment, golden and cold flames ignited the sky in an instant. Almost everyone was surprised at the power of the Lord of Mankind.

"Neos! Why are you here? Where is Tzeentch?" The traveler looked at the Emperor who suddenly appeared, and his first feeling was not happiness, but worry. To be honest, the person the traveler feared the most was Tzeentch, and the appearance of the Emperor at this moment must mean that Tzeentch was out of control!

"Are you injured?" The traveler looked at the emperor's finger, where a drop of golden blood was flowing.

"It's a bit of a surprise. Tzeentch and Draconian, the latter's power is aimed at me," the Emperor explained. Honestly, generally speaking, the power of a great demon couldn't threaten a true god, but there were exceptions. The demon Draconian had a special attack effect on the Emperor. After all, in the background, the Emperor was injured by Draconian, and all the Emperor could do was barely seal Draconian temporarily within a Custodian. And in this plane, while the Emperor was stronger, even with Draconian's special attack effect, a direct confrontation wouldn't pose a threat to the Emperor. But as Tzeentch's special force, he was still qualified!

"Is it over with Qianzi?" the traveler said in a heavy tone.

"The Silent King is watching over there, and Tzeentch is not there either. He came here." The Emperor said with a sigh.

"Are they planning to wipe us out?" Suddenly, a terrifying plot struck the Traveler. Chaos clearly had the upper hand. Their strongest force was being held hostage by a single demon. And there was no way the Traveler could hold off the three evil gods; even their clones might be wiped out! At that moment, the Traveler felt as if both humanity and the gods of order were being pushed into a corner!

If the Traveler's clones were gone, even if they could defeat one of the Evil God's clones, the situation would take a sharp turn for the worse! Furthermore, Chaos's fortunes were currently flourishing, and their own strength was already insufficient. Unless the Emperor were to become a degenerate, there was no chance of victory! This was a guaranteed loss!

"I'm sorry, there's a problem on my end." The Emperor said apologetically. At this moment, two figures appeared beside Nurgle and Khorne.

"Everyone, we are better after all!" The Supreme Eagle made a heart-pounding mocking sound. This move was indeed powerful. When everyone thought that Tzeentch's target was the Thousand Sons, who would have thought that what He was thinking about at this moment was to have a decisive battle with the Gods of Order when His advantage was the greatest?

"Uh, where is the incarnation of Slaanesh?" Tzeentch sensed the void. There was no breath of Slaanesh in it. The Dark Prince seemed to have withdrawn all his power and hid in his own palace.

"Killed." Nurgle sighed.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. One less person to share the cake is a good thing, isn't it?" Tzeentch looked at the Traveler. "Dear Traveler, your opponent is me! I'm curious how you escaped in the first place! I hope you won't let me down this time!"

"Brothers, the changes have begun. Legions and Primarchs are no longer important! We will eventually reign over the physical universe in the name of the gods!" Tzeentch's clone roared, waving his staff. At this moment, Khorne once again raised his vortex sword and let out a terrifying war cry. Nurgle also abandoned his usual caution and brandished his scythe, ready for battle! At this moment, the Chaos Gods were surprisingly united!

"Let's fight our way out together!" The Traveler said to the Emperor and Iniered. They absolutely couldn't separate at this moment, let alone save anyone. They'd be lucky if they could just get out.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." The Emperor said apologetically to the Traveler and Iniered, and then He looked at his offspring. His eyes were full of resentment towards Horus, and Horus, who was caught in the melee, also felt his father's gaze.

"Father, I understand you." Looking at the void and the divine blood burning on the planet, Horus shed tears.

"Everyone, perhaps the situation isn't so dire after all." At this moment, a phantom appeared on the nearby Webway, causing the Gods of Order to rejoice. A being skilled at hiding had finally decided to face the challenge of the evil god head-on!

"Well, let us begin! I have prepared for this day for a long time, even using up many non-renewable materials." Tzeentch wielded his staff, weaving fate into his hands. One terrifying magic circle after another took shape. In an instant, after consuming a vast amount of divine power, the Chaos Gods and the Gods of Order were separated! The first to vanish was Nurgle, and in his place was the Eldar Death God Aeneid. The second to vanish was Khorne, who roared a challenge to the Emperor. And in that instant, the Emperor also vanished.

"Huh?! How could this happen?" Looking at Draconian who was still standing there, Tzeentch suddenly opened his eyes wide. According to his plan, Draconian should have joined Khorne in fighting against the Emperor. But now, Draconian did not disappear!

"This is impossible! A high-level being has entered!" Tzeentch designed this magic based on the principle that only beings of a certain level of power can join the battle. Clearly, there are four on the Chaos side, with Draconion barely counting as one. The Gods of Order should only have three! With this distribution, it would be a 4-on-3 situation. But now, Draconion hasn't been assigned, which means a new being has joined the Gods of Order!

"The God of Clowns? Okay!" Tzeentch sensed the shift in fate. He had discovered the entry of a certain clown! His face trembled uncontrollably. Clearly, there seemed to be some minor hiccups in today's battle.

"Has there been a change? It's still within a tolerable range, but Khorne will be in trouble." Tzeentch laughed, unfazed. A few surprises were tolerable, and he even felt that such a surprise was a good thing for him. On the one hand, Khorne and the Emperor would both suffer. Draconion might be killed by the Harlequin God, but so what? What did it have to do with Tzeentch? Nurgle would fight the Aeneid, but the outcome was of little concern to him. What mattered to him was whether he could destroy the Traveler's incarnation and gain knowledge and power beyond measure, even for a god! He was very interested in how the Traveler escaped!

In the end, Tzeentch's clone and the Traveler's clone were trapped in a space. Before Tzeentch's magic was exhausted, neither could escape unless the other used some forbidden power! As for why Tzeentch designed such a magic, on the one hand, it was because the powers of the evil gods conflicted with each other, and on the other hand, it was because Tzeentch wanted to monopolize the Traveler's knowledge. In his view, he had made preparations and plotted against the other party when his luck was at its peak. How could he lose?

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When Tzeentch saw the traveler, he was about to say something harsh, but unexpectedly, the traveler showed an intriguing smile. There was no sign of panic at all.

"There's something wrong with your plan," the traveler said with a smile.

"Haha, are you talking about the Big Clown? His appearance does make Draconion useless, and we may even lose a very useful tool, but what does it have to do with you and me?" Tzeentch said.

"The clone of Slaanesh has been killed." said the Traveler.

"I know. It's just that there's one less guy to divide the spoils." Tzeentch said indifferently.

"Well, then, let us continue." The Traveler wielded the Twilight Spear, bravely meeting Tzeentch's staff. At this moment, the remnant spirit of the Phoenix King Asuryan possessed this Eldar artifact, joining the Traveler in the fight against Tzeentch! Fate was truly unpredictable. When the Avatar of Slaanesh was slain, Chaos' fortunes plummeted. The vicissitudes of fate, combined with Tzeentch's selfishness, threw his plans into jeopardy.

The appearance of the Harlequin thwarted Draconian's special attack on the Emperor. While the Traveler couldn't defeat Tzeentch on his own, the spirit of Asuryan, previously plucked from Slaanesh's body, though defeated, remained the former Eldar God-King! Even without all power, his knowledge and experience could help the Traveler endure a little longer! The Chaos Gods knew the Slaanesh clone had been slain, but unknown to them, Asuryan's spirit had escaped! This allowed the Traveler to hold out longer, long enough to escape once Tzeentch's magic wore off!

Just as the traveler expected, this great rebellion was just a minor problem for humans.

At this time, in different realms, terrifying battles broke out among the gods!

"You've finally recognized your true nature!" Khorne's clone said with lingering fear, looking at the ever-extending black line on his arm. In the fierce battle just now, Khorne's sword had left a deep scar on the Emperor's body, and golden blood flowed along the blade. But at the same time, the golden sword in the Emperor's hand also pierced Khorne's clone's armor. However, to Khorne's shock, the sword left him not with the golden yet cold flame, but with a black, unhealable wound! That was the ultimate destructive power! A terrifying power that even Khorne felt from the bottom of his heart!

Khorne's essence is war and blood. He craves battle, courage, and slaughter. But his essence is not destruction! War can bring destruction, but it is not annihilation! But the Emperor is different. His essence is destruction, an all-consuming destruction! It is a destruction that defies all reason, driven by utter hatred and despair! Under this pure black destructive force, both the physical universe and the realm of the evil gods in the Warp will be reduced to nothingness!

"I have always recognized my true purpose, Scarlet Hound!" The Emperor raised his head, his original face obscured by a black mist. "I know what I represent. I dislike my true nature, but that does not prevent me from using it! You have angered me," the Emperor said word by word.

"Anger? That is my power!" Khorne said, raising the sword in his hand.

"I am not angry, because, under absolute destruction, even anger will disappear!" A black flame gathered on the Emperor's Sword, and the golden flame and the black destructive power merged!

"You cannot defeat me now," Khorne said, glancing at the sword.

"But one day, I will defeat you, and utterly obliterate the pain of your civilization from both the material and spiritual realms! I swear!" Then, the Emperor once again engaged Khorne in battle. The battle was bloody and brutal. The God of War longed for victory, but absolute destruction proved elusive. The Emperor struggled to find a balance between his own essence and his true nature as the Lord of Mankind.

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"......." Gazing at the roaring sea of ​​souls before him, Nurgle couldn't help but sigh. He had no doubt he'd been tricked by Tzeentch again. Even though Tzeentch had assigned him a deity that hadn't yet fully awakened, it was undeniable that Aeneid's current state of awakening, yet not fully awakening, trapped in the duality of Chaos, combined with Aeneid's own divine duties, made Nurgle a very difficult situation.

The essence of Nurgle is entropic decay. It's a process of increasing entropy. Any being, from its birth, experiences increasing entropy until its moment of collapse. But alas, has the Aeneid been born yet? He should have been, after all, standing before Nurgle, but at the same time, he hasn't fully been born! Therefore, due to the ambiguity of his own state, the phenomenon of increasing entropy has yet to occur!

What makes Nurgle even more depressed is that Aeneid is essentially dead, but he has the ability to resurrect, or in other words, the ability to reverse life and death, even to a certain unreasonable degree. (Restoring the body and sanity of the dead red letter seems to be the only one in the Warhammer background!)

Thus, Nurgle was faced with the situation of being unable to kill his opponent! Of course, the Aeneid could not do anything to Nurgle's clone either. In the end, both sides felt that this battle was meaningless.

"Damn Tzeentch!" Nurgle cursed inwardly. In reality, under the effects of this magic, as long as he avoided the Emperor and the Aeneid, Nurgle was confident of defeating the Traveler. But alas, Tzeentch had chosen to confront the being who most controlled him in terms of power. This completely devolved the battle into garbage time.

Chapter 365 Bringing back part of Horus (6K)

If the battle between Nurgle and the Aeneid was long and inconclusive, then the battle between Draconion and the Harlequin was clean and decisive!

A being that could harm the Emperor through its attributes, without the suppression of concepts, was nothing more than a more powerful demon. However, he was facing a true god, though somewhat weak in terms of power. Even though it was an avatar, the Great Harlequin was still a rival that Draconian could not match!

"Let me go! I am the only being who can restrain the Emperor." As the Harlequin's Kiss slashed through Draconian's body once again, leaving a scarlet wound, the demon finally collapsed. He sensed the murderous intent of the god before him! The being, long hidden within the veil of the Webway, renowned for its conspiracy and calculations, finally used the blade in his hand to demonstrate to everyone that even a god who had survived for tens of millions of years could fight!

"The alliance between the Eldar and humans is only temporary. The Emperor and human civilization will not allow the Eldar to revive! You need to keep enough trump cards in your hand, and I can be your trump card!" Draconian said almost in a pleading tone.

"Hehe." In response, the Harlequin's attacks intensified. He was quite satisfied with the Eldar's current situation. The Emperor and the Traveler kept their word. That was enough. Overly unrealistic fantasies were simply delusions, harming both himself and the Eldar. Having experienced much, the Harlequin knew that survival and destruction could be just a step away. Delusions could lead one unknowingly into destruction.

Finally, the Harlequin pierced Draconian with his sword. However, he was surprised to discover that the demon's essence was incomplete, with part of it already removed. And without a doubt, the one who had taken this essence could only be Tzeentch, who had brought Draconian here.

"Unwise choice." The Harlequin shuddered, sheathing his longsword. He was deeply disapproving of Tzeentch's idea, for the simple reason that he was so hated. Partly because he was truly powerful, and partly because his actions were unbearable. If Slaanesh hadn't stumbled and been defeated by the Traveler and the Aeneid, the Gods of Order would have suffered a crushing defeat. Even the Traveler and his own avatar might have perished. And how could the Gods of Order, having suffered such a profound loss, let Tzeentch go?

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"Damn it! I can't win!" Tzeentch's staff once again inflicted a wound on the Traveler. If we were to ask which of the Gods of Order suffered the most in these four duels, well, by far, it was the Traveler. Facing the once-powerful evil god, the Traveler was practically outmatched. While this was due to the injuries sustained in previous battles and the considerable depletion of his divine power, Tzeentch's prowess in combat also played a significant role. It could even be argued that Tzeentch held a commanding advantage in this battle!

"Calm down, young god. Tzeentch's efforts this time were ultimately in vain. As long as he cannot kill this clone of yours, any outcome is acceptable to you." The Phoenix King said with a smile in the traveler's ear, while constantly instructing the traveler on how to deal with Tzeentch's offensive.

The Phoenix King is powerful. His strength isn't just reflected in his previous record of inflicting heavy losses on the C'tan Gods; his knowledge and insights are also key to defeating his enemies. With his help, the Traveler discerned Tzeentch's plot and averted the doom that was destined for him. Thus, he stubbornly withstood Tzeentch's attacks, wounded and battered, yet he persevered, even failing to avail himself of a second vial of Primordial Water.

"Give up, Traveler, you are doomed to lose this time! Horus is ours!" Tzeentch shouted.

"The Great Rebellion will eventually pass, and one day, we will take revenge!" said the traveler.

"Haha, just you! I have to admit, your success did surprise me, but I love surprises! Whether they're from the enemy or my own! Because all surprises make me stronger." Behind Tzeentch's clone, countless mouths seemed to spew out blasphemous language, revealing all kinds of knowledge and secrets that could easily make one addicted. Countless terrifying psychic energies took shape in the void, blending divine power and the force of fate as they charged towards the travelers.

"One day, we will retaliate!" the Traveler said as he fended off. There was no doubt about it. For the Traveler, the greatest threat among the Chaos Gods was Tzeentch. Against other Chaos Gods, the Traveler could flee if defeated, but against Tzeentch, his mastery of magic and fate was truly terrifying. Sometimes, the Traveler couldn't escape. For example, this time, before the magic wore off, even the Traveler's clone couldn't escape even with his powers.

What's the fundamental reason the Traveler has been so carefree for tens of thousands of years? If I can't defeat him, I can escape. If I can defeat him, he can't escape. But Tzeentch is an exception. The Traveler can't defeat him, and he might not be able to escape either. This puts him under immense pressure. So, whether for his own safety or to create new grudges, the Traveler will try to find an opportunity to fundamentally weaken Tzeentch! This includes, but is not limited to, after the Great Heresy, when the Gods of Order block the door!

"Haha, it's just relying on another evil god. You know the nature of the Emperor." Tzeentch made no secret of his contempt for the Traveler's power.

"One day, we will retaliate!" the traveler said calmly. What's wrong with clinging to someone powerful? Clinging to someone powerful is a skill! Along the way, I've relied on my own abilities and the help of all the great leaders! First, it was the Eldar, then the Emperor! And somehow, the traveler could sense that Tzeentch was afraid. Because the Gods of Order truly had this ability!

"Can't you just say it another way?" Jianqi seemed to have sensed something and said angrily.

"I'm willing! One day, we'll get our revenge!" the traveler said bitterly. At that moment, Tzeentch's barrier shattered, and the gods reappeared within this space. At that moment, the entire Isstvan system was enveloped by divine power. Even though these were divine avatars, and even though their primary targets weren't the mortals fighting on Earth, the pressure they brought still left everyone feeling unmatched!

Khorne and the Emperor fought, each suffering a loss. However, Khorne was the most powerful of the evil gods, possessing the power of war and the advantage of luck. The Emperor struggled to find a balance between his own essence and humanity. In this battle, Khorne had the advantage, but not by much.

The Harlequin God successfully destroyed Draconion, and the fight was so easy and comfortable. He once again demonstrated his wisdom and wisdom, making himself the sole victor among the gods of order.

Nurgle and Aeneid could only say that they had a "friendly exchange." Then they dispersed, with Nurgle looking at Tzeentch with resentment. Aeneid also suffered heavy losses.

As for Tzeentch? Looking at the Traveler, the most beleaguered of the gods of order, he knew he was a victor. However, the significance of this victory was very limited; he had only temporarily defeated the Traveler. That was all!

"Now, our battle is over," Tzeentch said. "And fate will bring Horus to our side. So, Neos, the Traveler, and the two Eldar, we have won!"

"And in the mortal world, we also have absolute advantage, the Emperor, or Neos, we finally took back what belongs to us. The time is almost up, everyone please go back." Tzeentch said.

The gods' divine power has its limits. The Emperor still walks the real universe, which undoubtedly limits the upper limit of His power. The Harlequin Gods and the Aeneid cannot be said to have upper limits; they are somewhat weak. It was only through Tzeentch's intervention that the Aeneid used their stats to hold Nurgle back. The Traveler had also used excessive divine power in the previous battle. If he wanted to keep this clone in the real universe, he would have to reduce his own power.

The avatars of the four Chaos Gods couldn't have remained here forever. At the intersection of fate and destiny, their avatars arrived here, and now, the time has come for them to return! As Tzeentch had said, this time, the war between the gods is coming to an end! Although Slaanesh's avatar had perished, the Chaos Gods still held the Gods of Order at bay.

"We tried our best, Neos." The Harlequin and Inijad turned back first, and Nurgle also left.

"I look forward to my next battle with you." Khorne put away the sword in his hand, and the Emperor also left. There was no point in continuing here. The outcome of the Thousand Sons Legion was about to be decided, and the battle would continue. The Emperor himself disappeared from the battlefield, but He still left a projection in the void.

"I wish to see Horus once more," the Emperor said to the Traveler.

"Of course! Emperor, you will witness the end of this memorial perfectly! You can do nothing, Emperor." Before the Traveler could reply, Tzeentch agreed, and in an instant, projections of the Emperor and the Traveler were transported to the center of the altar. Horus had been struck down by Mortarion, Lorgar, and four Greater Daemons. Sejanus had also been slain, his spirit now contained by a Greater Daemon of Nurgle.

"Horus, embrace your fate. The father you worship is nothing more than a pawn destined to be discarded. The same is true for the Traveler. Think of what He has done. He has long been wary of us. He knew this outcome and targeted us! And our father believed His words," Mortarion said to Horus. As Mortarion continued to bewitch Horus, the shadows of three gods were projected in!

"So, two honorable gods, do you have any objections to what Mortarion just said? Traveler, who has penetrated a certain timeline, were you prepared for today the moment after your awakening?" Tzeentch questioned the Traveler with a smile. It was clear that He needed Horus to truly surrender to Chaos. Only then could this puppet unleash its full power! And the fundamental reason He agreed to allow the Traveler and the Emperor to come here was to penetrate Horus's last psychological defenses. What would happen if Horus, who deeply loved the Emperor, learned that he had been abandoned a hundred years ago?

"Father." Horus, now lying on the ground, looked at the Emperor. He expected a negative answer. The Emperor, facing his son, moved his lips, but no sound came out.

"Your father did his best," the traveler said.

"Shut up! You despicable wretch! You're behind all this!" Horus said, his face sullen as he looked at the Traveler. He had actually believed Mortarion's words. He, his legion, and his close brothers were all excluded by an invisible barrier. When he learned that Balder was the Traveler, he understood why he had acted this way.

"But I can say with a clear conscience that I have done my best and fulfilled my promise. I swear on my godhood. Even Tzeentch cannot deny this," the traveler sighed. The scars all over his body, the divine power still surging through his wounds, and the burning divine blood all confirmed the traveler's words.

"Am I right, Tzeentch?" The Traveler looked at Tzeentch. "Do you dare swear on your godhead that my words are false? You dare not."

"This..." Tzeentch fell silent. He truly didn't dare. Although he was the god of lies and conspiracy, among the myriad changes, there were always truths, such as his godhead.

"But so what? Traveler, the truth of the matter is that you have taken precautions, and the Emperor has tacitly accepted that Horus will stand on our side," said Tzeentch.

"Not all Primarchs are corrupted. Each person's character and past determine their future. Fulgrim was obsessed with so-called perfection, so he was captured by Slaanesh. Mortarion, in fact, you are full of curiosity about sorcery in your heart, and you are also obsessed with so-called toughness and the filthy air of Barbarus, so you can't escape Nurgle's clutches. Angron? A poor and pitiful fellow, at the moment of his birth, he was already nailed with a nail full of curses by Khorne. Look at your father, Horus, He really tried his best. As for Magnus? He was too arrogant and conceited, so he was taken advantage of by Tzeentch."

"As for you, Lorgar?" The Traveler looked at the Great Bearer, who had been trying to minimize his presence. "You are nothing but an ambitious person, a complete and utter ambitious person. You don't care about the existence of gods, but whether you can rule the world in the name of gods."

"Horus, think about your past. Why are those with hearts full of loopholes and resentment willing to associate with you, while the loyal ones keep their distance from you? Isn't there a reason for you?" asked the traveler.

"Of course, all this is over, but I still fulfilled my promise. I have nothing to do with you, and I don't admire you. But I still did it, not because of anything else, but because of your father."

"Don't think my help is cheap." The Traveler's eyes swept over Lorgar and Mortarion. "I have no sympathy for these two bastards. We'll see on the battlefield!" The Traveler's words were filled with murderous intent. An invisible pressure spread out, and Mortarion suddenly felt as if his body was imprisoned by some special force. Lorgar was even more overwhelmed and fell to his knees.

"You have your reasons," Horus said calmly upon hearing the Traveler's words, but in an instant his expression darkened once more! "But you manipulated my fate. You made everything unfold according to your will! You are no different from those beings in the Warp! You are all manipulating mortals! I will never allow anyone to manipulate my fate." The power from the Warp began to rapidly corrode Horus's body and mind. At this moment, his remaining conscience and his corroded will fought a final battle.

"I will change all of this. I will eventually make everything submit to my hands. I am not wrong! Might is the foundation of unity. Wasn't the Empire built on blood and steel? Look at those corrupt officials in the Empire! What a disaster they have brought upon the world we conquered! They are worse than the aliens! Traveler, isn't your path to godhood also filled with bones and destruction? What right do you have to accuse me on a moral level?"

"We paid! So we should be rewarded. What have I done wrong?" Horus roared angrily.

"Humanity left the solar system using my technology. I participated in the Iron Man War, defending humanity's glory and survival. I fought to the bitter end against the evil gods, and when I faced the Lord of Randan, I led the charge. So, Horus, tell me, I've sacrificed so much, shouldn't I become a god?" The Traveler asked in return! Compared to Horus's avoidance of the Randan War, the Traveler's path to godhood can truly be characterized by a clear conscience!

"Well, everything in the past is no longer important. Perhaps as fate has said, we have finally reached this point and become opposites." Horus's face changed again.

"Father, Traveler, you said you would save me, even if it was just a part of me?" Horus asked.