Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Yes, I did," the traveler nodded, looking at Horus who was almost torn apart by his own inner struggle.

"I really want to believe you. If you can prove it, then I am willing to let a part of me stand on the side of the Empire." Horus said with his remaining sanity. "I swear!"

"Haha, Emperor, the rest is up to you!" With that, the Traveler raised his Twilight Spear and thrust it at Tzeentch. Facing the Traveler's sudden attack, Tzeentch grinned and swung his staff, unfazed by the prospect of the strike being blocked. However, to his shock, as he activated his divine power, the powerful repulsive force of the real universe quickly expelled him from the physical universe! Simultaneously, the Traveler's silhouette gradually faded.

"Come back to the Warp with me for a while!" The Traveler laughed heartily. He couldn't defeat Tzeentch, but he could use this opportunity to force him to a breaking point, a point where he would be rejected by the real universe due to excessive use of divine power! The Traveler used his own clone's temporary departure from the real universe in exchange for Tzeentch's departure! Now, only the Emperor and Horus remained. Although the former was only a projection, he was still a person who should not be underestimated!

"Haha, I never thought that a god would finally fulfill his promise to a mortal like me." Looking at the simultaneous disappearance of the traveler and Tzeentch's clone, Horus was stunned in surprise at first, and then said with some self-mockery.

"Father, do you have a way to take me away? Even a part of me?" Horus said while suppressing the erosion of Chaos.

"I will take you, and your offspring." The Emperor's golden face was tinged with a hint of black. He looked at the Nurgle Daemon holding Cyjanus' soul.

"Give me back the soul that is mine," the Emperor said.

"Abomination, you are just a projection and do not have enough power." The Great Demon of Nurgle said sternly but weakly.

"I know your true name! If I am willing to pay the price, I can lock you down! I have countless years to kill you. Even the Garden of Nurgle cannot protect you." The Emperor said coldly. Behind him, the golden halo began to be swallowed by darkness, and the aura of destruction it exuded made the demons retreat. However, this great Nurgle demon did not retreat. He tried his best to resist the Emperor's pressure, because at this time, Nurgle had not yet spoken!

"Give it to Him, my child." A command came from Nurgle's realm. To the great daemon's relief! The souls of Sejanus and the other loyalists were delivered into the hands of the Emperor.

"Child, I will take you away!" The emperor took a deep breath, and a spear suddenly appeared in the emperor's hand. Then, the power of the same origin made the emperor's projection become stronger!

"Fate has finally begun to turn around," the traveler, now back in the Warp, said with relief. The Spear of Dionysus had been knocked down by Khorne in the earlier battle, landing on Isstvan III. However, it still held the Emperor's divine power. Therefore, when the Emperor's projection summoned this artifact, it was like receiving a power bank, regaining a certain amount of strength.

The Emperor moved, thrusting forth with the Dionysian Spear in His hand, all that stood in His way vanished. He successfully pierced Horus's body, the Spear's force severing his uncorrupted soul and essence. A shadowy figure of Horus, clad in white armor, flew from his original form and attached itself to the Dionysian Spear. The Emperor, repelled from the real universe by this blow, was transported into the Warp, his soul carried with him!

"Father, when we meet next time, we will be mortal enemies!" As the last trace of darkness swallowed Horus, he looked at the disappearing Emperor and said in a decisive tone.

"You chose me! And I will be your king!" Horus easily broke free from his previous restraints, and looked down at all the people and demons present as if he had become a different person!

With the Primarch's surrender, the entire Luna Wolves Legion instantly sensed a shift within the void. Their father, they sensed his succumbing to some dark force. The evil god's maniacal laughter and corrupting whispers echoed in the ears of countless people. Most subconsciously chose to obey. But there were always a few who remained steadfast, determined to fight against the deepest darkness of the Warp!

Chapter 366: Confused Abaddon and Horus's Arrangement

"My lord, the Emperor seems to have failed." A trembling officer spoke to Torgaddon aboard the Brilliant-class battleship, the Glory, Torgaddon's flagship. The recently concluded divine war had completely reshaped everyone's perspective. They now understood what the Emperor's Ranger had said back then: You know nothing about power!

While mortals couldn't witness the clashes between gods, they could only perceive illusions and aftermath. Some gifted psychics could sense more, but their fate would be dire. Spying on gods is extremely dangerous, even if the gods being watched harbor no ill will. Many psychics, overwhelmed by the overwhelming amount of information and power, went insane or transformed into human torches. All warships struggled to withstand the emanations of the high-dimensional conflict. Even so, many were caught in the aftermath and completely destroyed!

However, after the gods withdrew, many sensed the outcome of the battle. Undoubtedly, the Emperor and his allies had failed to save Horus, who was forced, perhaps even lured, into darkness. When Horus became the Gods' Agent, all Luna Wolves had to make a choice: follow their Primarch or remain loyal to the Emperor.

"The Emperor simply retreated." Torgathon said as he watched the divine light gradually dissipate in the void.

"Our father has chosen a new path," someone whispered.

On the bridge of the Glory, the Luna Wolves gradually formed their own small group, eyeing each other warily. Torgaddon's personal guards gathered around their chief officer, while another group periodically gazed out the portholes at the Vengeful Spirit, tens of thousands of kilometers away.

"Tell everyone that we are the Emperor's warriors. Our glory and duty are for human civilization. We refuse to surrender to the Outer Gods!" Torgaddon ordered!

"You are betraying the Primarch!"

"The Emperor is nothing but a fraud! He is also a god! A liar who toys with faith and psychic powers, who has abandoned our Father!" As Torgaddon spoke, the entire bridge erupted in excitement. The Space Marines who had supported Horus ceased hiding and immediately drew their weapons. Simultaneously, the Glorious's internal defenses were activated, sending hidden turrets and autonomous robots swarming out. Amid the roar of beams and bolters, Torgaddon dealt with the rebellion within the ship at top speed!

"All loyalists, draw near to our ship. We will carry you away!" Torgaddon roared a loyalist war cry over the wide-area communication. At that moment, the rebel fleet also began to move, and space instantly fell into chaos. However, surprisingly, the Vengeful Spirit remained silent. Abaddon aboard did not seem to issue any orders. Even more surprising, the warship seemed to have a problem with its communications and reactor!

"My lord, the Spirit of Vengeance appears to have been interfered with for some unknown reason. You need to find another ship to command," Makhnos warned urgently. "You are now the supreme commander of the Luna Wolves Fleet. You must control and rally the entire fleet!"

Horus had already fallen into the abyss, but before that, he had been struck by the Emperor's Dionysian Spear, which had taken away a portion of his soul and essence. Horus had quickly fallen into weakness, however temporary. And now, with Cyjanus dead and his soul taken by the Emperor, Abaddon had indeed become the supreme commander of the Luna Wolves.

"Command? No, my current mission is to guard the Primarch's flagship and wait for his return." Abaddon glanced at Mahnos and said expressionlessly. At this point, he could understand why the Vengeful Spirit had run into trouble. After all, the being who called himself the Traveler had spent too long on the battleship. With his abilities, it was perfectly possible for him to leave behind some means. Of course, the most important thing was that Abaddon's mind was still a mess. The situation had changed so quickly. Just a day ago, they were still the Emperor's loyal legion, fighting against those traitors and the evil gods behind them. However, now, the Emperor had failed and could not save Horus, and Horus had fallen into darkness. What was Abaddon to do?

At that moment, he recalled the decadent and lewd scene of the battle against Fulgrim, the twisted and filthy nature of Fulgrim and those corrupted ones. He remembered the brothers who had followed him, most of whom had died in battle, and he himself had been severely wounded. And now, he was forced to ally with the very being he once hated and was hostile to, to fight against his own brothers!

"What have I done?" Abaddon fell into self-doubt. "Because the Emperor has failed, do I have to succumb to a greater power?"

"My lord, our father has made his choice, and all we can do is follow!" Makhnos stepped forward, grasped Abaddon's shoulders, and shook him vigorously. "If this order is difficult for you to issue, or if you need to hold on to this ship and await the Primarch's return, then please authorize me, and I will proceed to another ship to command the siege of the traitors!"

"Traitor? Who is the traitor?" Abaddon sneered.

"Abaddon, I think you are no longer fit to command the fleet!" Makhnos said sternly.

"Although the wounds inflicted by Fulgrim's sickening blade haven't fully healed." Abaddon stood up and glanced at Makhnos. The massive figure carried a terrifying sense of oppression. "But I'm still not replaceable by a piece of trash like you! Moreover, until the Primarch rescinds his orders, I am the Supreme Commander!" Abaddon placed a hand on the hilt of his sword!

"This..." Makhnos subconsciously took a step back. He looked up at the other people around him, who also remained silent. This made Makhnos choose to retreat.

Compared to the Luna Wolves' betrayal in the background, Horus's fall in this dimension was so swift that many Legionaries were unaware. If Horus in the background had been bewitched and offered a compelling narrative, it was that the Legion had conquered the Imperium and we must fight for our rights. The Emperor had deceived everyone, and we must avenge him! And Horus had years to coordinate internal relations. But now, Horus's fall was complete in a single day, and nearly everyone witnessed the battle in the higher dimension. They realized the horror and darkness of the evil god. Without a layer of disguise, many people became even more resistant to the evil god.

Today's events, to put it simply, were a trap set by Mortarion and Lorgar, luring Horus here. Then, the Emperor, the Traveler, and the Eldar entered the fray, waging a fierce battle against the evil god of the Warp. Although the Imperium ultimately lost, and their own Primarch was tainted, regardless of whether the Traveler had previously abandoned Horus, they truly gave it their all in this battle, a battle even the evil god could not deny. Under these circumstances, if you ask how much hatred the average Luna Wolves harbor towards the Emperor or the Traveler, it's simply not there. As for Tzeentch's talk of fate and the like, how could the average person understand that?

Therefore, the entire Luna Wolves Legion remains confused. Most have chosen to follow their Primarch. However, many remain loyal. A third group feels they should follow their Primarch, but at the same time, they cannot bring themselves to kill their comrades who fought alongside them just a day ago, especially those who had previously fought against Slaanesh's corruption! Abaddon falls into this third category.

So, with some of the Luna Wolves ineffective and Abaddon clinging to the Spirit of Vengeance like a rock, Torgaddon finally led part of his fleet through the Warp Storm and evacuated. With the Chaos Gods gone, the Warp Storm began to calm. While the Chaos Gods had triumphed by fate, they had suffered heavy losses!

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"Isolate Abaddon in a cell. I don't have time to deal with him right now!" When Horus returned to his flagship, he immediately captured Abaddon, but that was all. Abaddon obediently allowed Horus to lead him away. Makhnos and the others remained by Horus's side. After all, with Cyjanus and Torgaddon gone and Loken's attitude unclear, Horus was left with few capable men.

"Is this God?" Horus looked up at the still brilliant void, the afterglow of the divine power of both sides. Although the original owner had left, these dangerous and brilliant light bands might persist for hundreds or even thousands of years!

"What an addictive power! They stand high above, manipulating the fate of mortals at will. The so-called strong among mortals are nothing more than pawns in their eyes." Horus tapped his hand gently on the armrest. It must be said that this kind of power made him yearn for it. As for his hatred for the Traveler? Horus's mindset was complex. When the Emperor's projection pierced Horus's body with its spear, taking away a part of him, it also left behind a lot of information. It was the Emperor's final defense to his son, a difficult decision made by a monarch with no other choice.

When Horus finally questioned the Emperor why he, and not someone else, was ultimately the leader of the traitors, the Emperor's response was direct. In a flash, Horus saw the Randan Overlord, who once wreaked havoc across the galaxy, his brothers controlled by it, and the Emperor's helplessness. And at the same time, he saw the darkness within his own heart! In that moment, Horus saw his own ambitions, his calculations, and the dark side of his heart. His shielding of Angron's crimes, his schemes against Corax, his indulgence of Fulgrim, his retreat from the Randan... And it was precisely because of these things that he was more vulnerable to corruption than some of his brothers.

And when the kindness and loyalty of Horus were taken away by the Emperor, just as Horus had said before the Emperor left, they would become enemies. Controlled by his own ambitions and desires, Horus accepted it all calmly! "There is some truth in what the Traveler said," Horus said finally.

"A bunch of Warp-bound demons," Horus spat. During their corruption, the evil gods revealed the power they could bestow upon Horus, and painted a picture of various futures for him, even including one where he would finally arrive on Terra, sit upon the Golden Throne, and become the new Lord of Mankind. Or rather, a vision. But Horus remained wary of the evil gods' descriptions, for he hadn't yet discovered what he most desired: how to become a god!

Horus understood that while the power of the evil gods was immense and immeasurable, and while they could grant him strength, it was not his own. He needed his own power. However, this question was still far from his mind. He had to consider his next move! News of his rebellion would soon spread to every corner of the empire, and what would follow would be a relentless offensive from his brother legions!

"Your Excellency, the two Primarchs Lorgar and Mortarion request an audience." Makhnos bowed and saluted.

"Let them in." Horus nodded slightly.

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"We are alone," Horus said, looking at Lorgar. "I only have the Luna Wolves, the Word Bearers, the Death Guard, and, in the future, Angron's Legion. Fulgrim is imprisoned somewhere unknown, and Magnus has yet to make his final choice. Do we have a chance to win over others? For example, the Alpha Legion and the Night Lords?"

"And how will we deal with beings beyond our capacity and imagination? The Chaos Gods won this time, but will they win again next time?" Horus asked, looking at Lorgar. In truth, Horus had an answer to this question in mind. He did not believe the Chaos Gods could deal with the humans and the Eldar on their own. If they could, then what would the Primarchs and Legions be for? Although the Chaos Gods had won this time, it was only a victory.

"The Alpha Legion is caught in internal strife. Although Alpharius opposes the Emperor, he is also not close to the gods. As for the Night Lords? I think we can still consider winning them over. If Curze cannot serve, there will be many people willing to rebel against the hypocritical Empire." Lorgar said.

"We cannot let the Empire complete its preparations. We need to concentrate our forces and take the initiative. At the same time, let Fulgrim and Magnus join our ranks as soon as possible. The Blood Angels and the Iron Hands have been tracking your legions, and now we have four legions in our hands. We can take the opportunity to launch a counterattack and severely damage these two legions. At the same time, for some people in our legions who have unclear attitudes, we must let them make a choice." Horus said after thinking for a moment.

His thoughts were still clear. Relatively speaking, the rebels had the advantage in this area. Four Legions versus two, the advantage was ours. If the Chaos God could create some more advantages, all the better. At the same time, Horus thought of Loken. Forge Master of the Luna Wolves, Lord of the Forge World of Dal'Khan. He commanded nearly 4 Luna Wolves, along with Garro of the Death Guard and some loyalists from the Emperor's Children. All together, the loyalists were estimated to number around 2! And the group Torgaddon had taken away might also join Loken!

"If Loken refuses to surrender, he must be destroyed!" Horus declared. But how easy would that be? Mortarion likely couldn't even muster 5 Loyalists. And while Angron nominally commanded a legion, the majority of the Warhounds were not under his command, leaving him with limited personnel. Therefore, if Loken persisted in resisting, Horus would face a formidable challenge.

"Leave it to me. I can at least bring back Loken's head." Lorgar said.

"Leave it to you?" Horus said with some surprise.

"I have enough troops to deal with these lackeys of the false emperor." Luo Jia said.

"False Emperor? That's a nice title. He's indeed a hypocritical fellow, manipulating psionic energy and human hearts." Mortarion supported Lorgar's words. "But that's nearly half a legion, backed by a Forge World. Are you confident you can take them down?"

"Of course, I have been preparing for today for a long time, both in terms of personnel and equipment. The former Martian Forge General has stood on our side, and the Forge World he now controls is willing to provide us with equipment. In addition, in order to capture those fortress worlds, two Abyss-class battleships were specially built. Their firepower can completely suppress the planetary defense system of any Forge World. The Queen of Glory-class battleship is nothing more than a larger frigate in front of them. And for today, I have prepared more than 18 legionnaires." Lorgar's face was full of pride.

"Yet you were beaten by the Blood Angels and fled across the galaxy." Mortarion snorted coldly.

"Everything I do is for strategy. But you, Mortarion, really cannot defeat Ferrus. If it were not for the power of the gods, your legion might have been torn apart." Lorgar retorted.

"Enough!" Just as Mortarion was about to strike back, Horus waved his hand, interrupting the argument. "Lorgar, lead your demonic allies against my rebellious Forge Master. Tell him that if he returns to my side, he can replace Sejanus! I, on the other hand, will lead my Legion, the Death Guard, and the World Eaters to confront Ferrus and Sanguinius."

"I will follow your orders, great agent of the Lord God." Lorgar bowed and saluted.

"When will my brother Fulgrim return to me?" Horus asked.

"It should be soon. The gods have already gained the upper hand in the High Dimensional War. Neither the False Emperor nor the Traveler will be able to use their power for a long time. This is our battle, and the Dark Prince will send his best men to rescue Fulgrim. Let him lead the Emperor's Children Legion once again."

"As for Magnus, he has also fallen into the fate woven by Tzeentch. In the end, he will stand on our side." Lorgar said.

"I hope so. Magnus is very important. He and his Legion will give us a huge advantage." Horus emphasized. "In that case, let us act immediately!"

Chapter 367 Interlude and Traveler's Preparation

"So, are you satisfied now?" Looking at the Emperor, whose body was covered in scars but whose face still held a warm smile, the Traveler sighed inwardly.

"It's okay. In short, our efforts are not in vain." The Emperor said with relief as he looked at the white-armored Horus who had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Sejanus, officers and soldiers of the Luna Wolves, are you all right?" The Traveler awakened the Emperor and brought back another batch of souls.

"My lord. We are fine. We can't wait to take revenge on the evil gods of the Warp who hurt our father. We are willing to accept all necessary hardships, just so that one day we can pick up the sharp blade in our hands and chop down our enemies again. This time, we will definitely not avoid it." said Sejanus.

"Adapt to your current situation first. Sooner or later, you will launch a counterattack against your nemesis," said the traveler.

"Okay, let's talk about what to do next? For a long time, we and the Chaos Gods will be excluded from the chessboard, including Tzeentch. And now there is the crucial Thousand Sons Legion. Neither you nor I can interfere deeply on the battlefield, and the same goes for Tzeentch. Should we adjust our subordinates?" said the Emperor.

"Let's add another legion, and let both handle this together," the Traveler said after a moment's thought. Regarding the issue of Magnus, who would benefit if both the Emperor and Tzeentch were to withdraw simultaneously? Naturally, it would benefit Tzeentch, as the Emperor was more powerful than Tzeentch. It's like two armies facing each other. Tzeentch's army lost 80 points of combat power due to Tzeentch's withdrawal, while the Imperial army lost 100 points of combat power due to the Emperor's withdrawal. Clearly, Tzeentch has the advantage!

More importantly, even if Tzeentch himself doesn't play, his demonic armies can still be deployed. And on the Imperium's side... Although the Traveler and the Emperor have created the Emperor's Retinue, a being comparable to a great demon, the Emperor's assistance is too little. Whether it's the Traveler, who has just become a god, or the Emperor, who is essentially a god but not yet a god, they still haven't established their legions of the Damned! The Traveler has indeed taken in a number of souls, but how can a Traveler, who has only been a god for 100 years, possibly produce a demonic army comparable to Tzeentch's? So now, with Tzeentch secretly making a profit, if they want to ensure that they can capture as many of Magnus and the Thousand Sons as possible, they must increase their investment.

"Then let Rus's Space Wolves go. Let the Khan control him," the Emperor said after a moment's thought. This meant that the Traveler's clone had also entered its cooldown period. Otherwise, allowing the Traveler's clone to enter the battlefield would undoubtedly be the safest option.

"Okay, this is the only way for now. Also, contact the Silent King and tell him that if he does a good job, the reward we promised will be doubled!" The traveler thought for a moment and said.

"The Silent King? Is he really reliable?" the emperor said with a frown.

"Let me put it this way, when the gods are unable to leave, as long as the Silent King is willing, he will be the most powerful force in the entire battlefield!" said the traveler.

"Very well, I will contact the Silent King myself. Reward is not a problem, as long as we can achieve victory," said the Emperor.

"By the way, what is Malcador doing?" The traveler suddenly remembered the cheap teacher he had before awakening.

"He is in charge of the affairs of Terra, and will go to Jonson's Legion when necessary. Ensure the advantage over Vashtor," said the Emperor.

"That's such a pity. In fact, if he could be present during this operation, we would have saved a lot of trouble." The traveler said with a hint of regret.

"Also, Fulgrim is about to escape. Although Slaanesh's clone has been destroyed by you, he still sent out his number one general, Xarathi. The Harlequin God is unable to appear because he participated in the previous war. I'm afraid that the guards we arranged cannot deal with this great demon and his demon army." The Emperor sighed and said.

"Slaanesh is indeed weak, but his Daedric Princes are still capable." The Traveler held Xarathi, the Scourge, in high regard for his ability to defeat Khorne's number one Daedric Prince. Scourge was already formidable, and considering his special attacks against the Eldar, Fulgrim's escape was inevitable.

However, both the Emperor and the Traveler didn't really care about Fulgrim's escape, because all the clones of Slaanesh had been destroyed. Once the Emperor and the Traveler finished casting the spell, it would not be difficult to deal with the Slaanesh demons, even Fulgrim. It would not be a problem to get back most of Fulgrim. After all, if their own main god was gone, what could the demons of Slaanesh do?

"Because in the initial battle, the gods took the field personally, and the pressure on some secondary battlefields was reduced a lot. Perturabo and the Lord of Radiance are lucky, and their support operations will be smoother." said the Emperor.

"Yes, overall, despite our losses in this round of fighting, the outcome is still acceptable," the Traveler said. The Chaos Gods did ultimately capture Horus, but this was predestined, something even the gods could not change. Therefore, the loss of Horus is considered a sunk cost. While the Gods of Order were injured in this battle, it wasn't irreparable. However, on the Chaos side, Slaanesh had been largely eliminated. The loss of his avatar and the Phoenix King's escape had severely weakened Slaanesh, and the impact of this was profound.

"So what happens after that? Slaanesh no longer poses much of a threat. Who should we choose as our next target?" asked the Emperor.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the next battle between us and Chaos should be in Ultramar! And if Angron participates in this battle, then our opponent will be Khorne." The traveler thought for a while and said.

"Originally I thought you would eliminate Tzeentch first. After all, He is too threatening." The Emperor was still in shock over Tzeentch's actions in the battle that just ended!

"Just going with the flow," the Traveler said with a smile. The rebels had to split up to attack Ultramar, because Guilliman's farming skills were too impressive. But who to send was a problem. If Angron went, it would be Khorne's little brother challenging Ultramar. So, why would the other evil gods fight to the death for Khorne? And Khorne had to protect this little brother. The Emperor and the Traveler were on the scene again. Would you, Khorne, follow? Or not? If you don't, Angron might be easily wiped out by the Emperor. If you do... then there's another problem: what if you can't win!

"However, we still have to guard against Tzeentch, the troublemaker. Nurgle must also be vigilant," the Traveler said. Tzeentch is the god of change, and some of his actions are unpredictable.

"The Eldar gods are enough to hold Nurgle at bay. As long as the Eldar Legions keep their eyes on Mortarion, Nurgle will have no energy to interfere in Ultramar. But Tzeentch..." The Emperor fell into deep thought. A two-on-one fight between the Emperor and the Traveler was an advantage, but a two-on-two fight would be a disadvantage. As fate gradually turned, the Emperor was not afraid of Khorne, but the Traveler was still no match for Tzeentch... Just being able to hold him off was good enough.

"Perhaps, Tzeentch's promotion of the initial battle was also a deliberate decision. He consumed us when the Chaos Gods had the greatest advantage. At the same time, Tzeentch could also wait for the right opportunity and throw out enough chips at the right time to gain the support of other evil gods. Imagine if Tzeentch participated in the War of the Thousand Sons, no one would provide assistance to him, because everything he did to Magnus aroused the fear of other evil gods. He is isolated and doomed to fail in high-dimensional battles. Tzeentch cannot withstand so many of us alone. Therefore, he may have given up the Thousand Sons to gain advantages in other directions. Moreover, he is very likely to target us." said the traveler.

"It's certainly possible," the Emperor nodded. Tzeentch was cunning, but also ambitious. For example, in the previous battle, Tzeentch was actually planning to attack the clones of the gods! Killing a clone is much more effective than killing a Primarch!

"Tzeentch's target may indeed be you, so you must be careful." At this moment, a voice appeared in front of the Traveler and the Emperor.

"The Phoenix King, Asuryan." The Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly. It was obvious that the Emperor was full of fear for the previous overlord of this galaxy, even though He was only a remnant soul now.

"I'll pay attention." Is it okay for the Traveler and the Emperor to always be together? Obviously not! Everyone has their own work, how can they always be together?

"It's not enough to just pay attention. In fact, you must have the ability to fight back against your opponent. And I can help you." Asuyan said with a smile.

"Are these the remains of the Eldar after their fall?" the traveler asked curiously. Although the Eldar had fallen into decline, their ancestors had once been wealthy, so they always had some hidden treasures, such as the Twilight Spear that killed Slaanesh's clone. Another example was Blackstone Fortress.

"Both the Spear of Twilight and the Blackstone Fortress are rare treasures for the gods. However, for the gods of a civilization that dominates the galaxy, knowledge and creation are the most important. You and the Emperor are still relying on your own strength to fight, and have not fully created new weapons. In fact, at the beginning, the Eldar were at a disadvantage when facing the Star Gods. Our gods were inferior to their opponents in terms of combat power and numbers, and the Eldar warriors were no match for the Living Metal Legion of the Necrontyr." Asuryan said.

"I understand," the traveler nodded. The Eldar's dominance of the galaxy had its reasons. Besides inheriting the legacy of the Old Ones and possessing their own deities, their key focus was technological advancement and scientific research. Take, for example, the earliest wraithbone machines used to combat the endless hordes of Necrontyr, the killing arrays used by the Phoenix King against the C'tan, and the Blackstone Fortress of Vaal. And finally, the Infinite Circuits that enabled the Eldar's limitless resurrection. These were all Eldar's proprietary intellectual property. If it weren't for the Eldar's own corruption, and Slaanesh's natural nemesis against them, how could humanity have risen to prominence?

"But now, we don't have the time or energy to prepare for this," said the traveler.

"You destroyed the Randan aliens. If I'm not mistaken, there are still some Randan war moons in the empire's secret vault, right? Hundreds of years have passed, and you must have made some improvements to these powerful war machines, and you should have them in your hands, right?" Asuyan said with a smile.

In reality, the difference between many mortal creations and divine artifacts isn't that significant. In other words, it all depends on who's using them. Is Blackstone Fortress awesome? Of course it is, but in Abaddon's hands, it can only damage a planet. Or even destroy it. But in Vaal's hands, it's powerful enough to defeat even a C'tan!

Similarly, something like the Randan War Moon is somewhere between a top-tier mortal creation and a divine artifact. In the background, the first War Moon is a complete plot twist! The entire DA fleet couldn't penetrate the defenses—this was a legion! And yet, they were rammed by a Glory Queen. That's quite a treat. After all, the Glory Queen is, to some extent, a non-renewable product.

Victory over the Randan was a blessing from the Emperor and the Traveler. The Primarchs who participated in the battle knew this all too well. Honestly, in pure technology and psychic prowess, the Randan were superior to the Imperium. After all, even the Empire's strongest conventional combatants would be lucky to escape defeat against the Randan. Whether it was the DA, a warehouse full of advanced technology, or the Omen Titan Legions, rarely seen in the Imperium, when deployed on the battlefield, the general consensus was "less than ideal." Those who understand this understand!

Therefore, there's nothing shameful about collecting valuable enemy items and studying them. In fact, every legion did this! Even within the DA Legion, there were hidden units specifically responsible for guarding these items. During the 11 war moons of the Randan Empire, several eventually fell into human hands. However, the Emperor wasn't well-versed in these items, and the Traveler, having recently attained godhood and been preoccupied with his duties, hadn't had the opportunity to study them carefully.