Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Gods, save me! I'm willing to give my all!" Kor Phaeron simply didn't have the courage to fight him. He tried his best to dodge, not even daring to look directly at the opponent's sword. However, Akurduna had no intention of letting him go. He successfully broke through the encirclement, and the Sword of Redemption in his hand drew a dazzling blue light in the air, flashing by. Then, it cut off one of Kor Phaeron's arms and half of his body, turning them into ashes before hitting the ground. However, just as Akurduna tried to move forward, a sigh came from the void. At this moment, the space and time of the entire bridge were anchored! Then, a crack appeared out of thin air, and a tentacle stretched out from it, carrying Kor Phaeron away directly.

All actions were completed in a split second. With the exception of Akurduna, the remaining troops, whether loyal to the Imperial Sons or the enemy, were unaware that an unconventional force had rescued Kor Phaeron. However, the sudden disappearance of their leader was undoubtedly a devastating blow to morale. Against the elite Imperial Sons, the ensuing battle was a piece of cake.

"This battleship is ours." After several disappearances, with the battleship's reactor lost and the purification of its machine spirit completed, this massive battleship, embodying countless human knowledge and wisdom, once again returned to human hands. When the Law of Faith aimed its artillery at the Word Bearers fleet, it also marked the failure of this sneak attack!

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"Primarch, Lord Kor Phaeron's attack was not successful either." A dark apostle reported to Lorgar.

"I already know." Lorgar nodded slightly. He looked at the projection on the bridge. In front, the Word Bearers fleet was still blocked near Mandeville Point. Although the Abyss-class battleship Triskelion was severely damaged, relying on its heavy defense and fierce firepower, this battleship and the remaining frigates around it were still nailed to the front line like a nail, providing a certain degree of cover for the subsequent arrival of the Word Bearers and Dark Mechanicus fleets.

On the other hand, although the Word Bearers lost a valuable Glorious Queen-class battleship, the Eldar fleet also suffered some losses in the previous battle. The defenders' strength was rapidly weakened, although the exchange ratio was somewhat poor.

"We need more sacrifices and divine favor. May the God of War and the merciful Nurgle help us crush the scum who rebel against the gods," Lorgar said. At this point, he was no longer willing to use the precious strength of his Legion to continue a protracted war of attrition. To him, sacrifice meant exchanging cheap cultists and prisoners for power; the latter was, in a sense, more "efficient."

Then, already feeling somewhat restless from the previous battle, Khorne quickly responded to Lorgar's request. With the Blood God's roar, the boundary between the Warp and the real universe became blurred. Swarms of demons crossed that boundary and slammed into the loyalist star fortresses like a meteor shower. At the same time, Erebus's Triarch Prayer used the remaining undamaged hull to suppress the firepower of the two star fortresses.

The power of Nurgle spread across the void. Instead of using his own plagues and hordes of demons to clear a path, he simply widened the already loosened latch of the physical universe, allowing the Word Bearers fleet to enter the physical universe faster.

"This is the power of the gods, an irresistible force." The Word Bearers exclaimed. However, at this time, Ku'gath did not care about the advantage in front of him, but was a little dissatisfied.

"Lorgar, you've squandered the power of the gods. However, you should know that even the power of the gods is limited," Ku'gath telepathically communicated. "The Great Father is too kind, and he indulges his followers somewhat. Even though your faith is not pure, the Father still gives you a generous reward!"

"But this allowed us to quickly achieve victory," Lorgar said.

"You're exchanging real gold for dirt!" Ku'Gath's roar echoed in Lorgar's mind. Lorgar was taken aback, not because he was afraid of this great demon, but because, in Lorgar's eyes, Ku'Gath had always been a kind, even somewhat weak fellow.

"The amount of power that the gods can devote to the physical universe is limited within a certain period of time! This precious divine power was originally intended to fight against humans and the gods of the Eldar, but it is being used against ordinary mortals! This is a waste! Do you understand? Lorgar, this will put the gods at a disadvantage when the true gods confront each other!"

"But Khorne also answered my prayers," Lorgar said.

"Because that is his power, war helps to please him, but this matter has nothing to do with the loving father! The Blood God just likes war, and he doesn't care whose blood is shed on the battlefield." Kugath continued to roar.

"I have always believed that the gods are generous," Lorgar said.

"The Father is generous, but also stern. You must demonstrate your worth. Honestly, you and your men have disappointed me. The battle is not going well," Ku'gath said. "Lorgar, prayers and sacrifices are not omnipotent. For the sake of our common cause, and so that the Father may have sufficient divine power to save you when necessary, please use the power of the gods with caution." Ku'gath then turned the sedan around. He decided to take the field himself. After all, Nurgle had already unleashed his divine power, and it would be unreasonable for him not to participate!

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"The Chaos God is dead." Eldrad came to Loken and said.

"I know three star fortresses have been destroyed or severely damaged. More and more rebel fleets are entering the battlefield. We've held out for 20 Terran days. In ten days at most, we'll have no power in space." Loken sighed. He once again felt how weak he was in the face of such a powerful force. "But it doesn't matter. My men and I can continue to wear down the enemy on the planet."

"The tide of the Warp has broken through the barriers of reality, and the power of destruction has blurred the boundaries between the two. The demons are able to exert their power wantonly. In this situation, we are at a disadvantage. Dalkan will eventually fall, and the power of the Gods of Order is at a low point. There is no need for us to entangle with the other party in a place where we are bound to lose." Eldrad said tactfully.

"I've set up a complex defense system here. Wouldn't it be a shame to give up just like that?" Loken shook his head. "Prophet, tell me, if I hold on here as long as possible, even if it means paying an unimaginable price, will it be beneficial to the overall situation?"

"Of course, you have at least delayed the power of the Word Bearers Legion. Your former master is leading other legions in pursuit of the Blood Angels and the Iron Hands. Your actions have relieved their pressure."

"That's good," Loken said with a smile. As the loyalist fleet gradually withdrew from high orbit, the Word Bearers believed their victory was imminent. However, the months-long land battle that followed left a lasting impression on both the fanatical and ignorant Word Bearers and the demons.

For months, Loyalist Space Marines and Eldar Legions engaged in bloody battles against Traitor Legions and Daemons across the wilderness, hives, and factories. Over 20 Space Marines and tens of millions of mortal Legions were deployed on both sides. Over 300 Titans and other super-heavy units clashed on the battlefields. Some veterans of the Randan Campaign felt as if they had been transported back to the very war of Randan a century earlier.

The loyalists adopted a scorched-earth resistance, deploying an inordinate number of bombs at every strategic point. When defenses proved impossible, a volley of plasma fire, soaring into the sky, often marked the end of the stronghold. The battle was so brutal that Lorgar himself was forced to summon legions of demons to mitigate his losses. Frequent sacrifices and spellcasting destabilized the very fabric of space. Supernatural lightning blanketed the planet.

"Even if we win, we will gain nothing. Loken and his men are ready to sacrifice themselves together. I have no doubt that at the last moment, they will detonate the entire planet. Their persistence and tenacity are shocking. I long for such men, not a group of parasites." Lorgar wrote in his diary.

However, even though he had foreseen the outcome, Lorgar had no choice but to continue fighting, because he would not allow this first battle to end like this, and he could not tolerate such a group of loyalists waiting for an opportunity to strike behind his legion.

As a result, Lorgar and his Legion were pinned here, so that the largest and most heavily armed group of the rebels could not participate in the subsequent siege of the Blood Angels and the Iron Hands, nor could they rush to the battlefield of the Thousand Sons Legion.

At this moment, just as Loken was desperately trying to contain his opponent, the Empire's disposal of the Thousand Sons Legion had reached its final stage. The White Scars and Space Wolves had locked onto the Thousand Sons' last position, and they seemed to be performing some kind of ritual. A civil war broke out between them, which surprised the two Primarchs.

The order the two Primarchs received was to bring back Magnus and all the loyalists as much as possible. However, it was clear that the Khan and the Wolf King had different ideas on certain matters, and before taking action, the two Primarchs had to reach a consensus.

Chapter 371 Khan: Russ, you think it’s too simple

"It's time to act, my brother," the Wolf King said to his brother after reviewing the newly transmitted data on the datapad in his hand. His words revealed a strong sense of impatience and a subtle hint of brutality. Just now, the new intelligence sent by the two legions' reconnaissance forces had already pushed the Wolf King's patience to its lowest point. If he had to describe Magnus in one sentence, it would be that this guy is completely insane!

Yes, Magnus was indeed mad, or perhaps he was in a state of intermittent madness. The last war had been a devastating loss for the Thousand Sons Legion. After all, over a third of the troops had been lost or taken back to the Imperium. But that wasn't the most devastating thing for Magnus. The most devastating was the betrayal of his own avatars, his very creations. Magnus considered himself their "father," having given them souls and minds. Yet, in the end, these avatars had chosen to betray him. This was absolutely intolerable.

However, the clones saw things differently, for they were fundamentally of the same origin. They were different aspects of Magnus, and the original self, after splitting into these aspects, was already incomplete. To those aspects, they were all incomplete Magnus, so why should they obey him? Originally, Magnus had various rituals and magic to ensure his absolute control. But those methods were laughable before the power of the gods and fate. During the Battle of Chalmers, the gods' intervention easily thwarted Magnus's plans. In that instant, the already independent personality became free!

People tend to go to extremes when times are tough. When Magnus was able to control these clones, he was willing to treat them as reliable senior advisors, even brothers. But when the word "reliability" disappeared, Magnus desperately wanted to recover these soul fragments and clones. However, as often happens, it's hard to undo what's been done. When Magnus generously gave these soul fragments freedom, when these soul fragments manifested in reality and the Warp, when they became independent entities, no one wanted to go back to the past! Especially since these beings were already extremely powerful.

Thus, a war broke out within the Thousand Sons. Magnus's descendants were unsure who to side with. Initially, a large number were willing to aid the original, but the two remaining clones revealed that Magnus had made deals with beings within the Void, defied the Emperor's orders, and evaded his call to arms. In a sense, it's not an exaggeration to call Magnus a semi-traitor. This undoubtedly caused many Thousand Sons officers and soldiers to oppose their own Primarch.

Things then spiraled out of control. Magnus resorted to extremes to reclaim his clone. After all, powerful beings are at their most terrifying when driven mad. Forbidden magic and sacrifices were employed. Driven by desperation, fear, and selfishness, Magnus even sacrificed some of his own offspring to reclaim the fragments of his original self, all done in secrecy. The Thousand Sons Legion now rested on an unnamed planet. The surrounding space had been permanently altered by the conflict, like a group of men brawling on an ice floe, unaware that the ice itself was about to break apart.

However, this was not what worried the two Primarchs the most. What worried them the most was that, with Magnus's madness and stubbornness, he had gradually fallen into Tzeentch's conspiracy. At this time, because of the shocking battle on Isstvan 3, both the Chaos Gods and the Order Gods had their skills on cooldown. They could interfere with the real universe, but it was basically impossible for them to enter the physical universe.

After gaining insight into the increasingly crazy Magnus's actions through his own reconnaissance capabilities and the help of the big boss behind him, the Space Wolves Primarch Leman Russ finally couldn't help it. He came to the Khan's flagship and declared that if the Khan and his Fifth Legion were not convenient to take action, then the Space Wolves would have the responsibility to do so, even if it meant attacking alone!

Rus angrily threw the data tablet in front of the Khan, and Rus's descendants also made a commotion. The Khan looked at the furious Rus, then looked at his descendants who remained silent beside him, and nodded slightly.

"My brother, don't you think the conversation between you and me is a bit too noisy?" Khan said, looking at his subordinates beside Rus.

"What we need is action! Khan! Magnus's actions are poisoning himself, his legion, and the Empire! How can we remain indifferent? We must act immediately, destroy those traitors, and bring Magnus back to the Emperor." Russ said anxiously.

"We need to remain calm when facing major events. My brother, answer me a question, what is the mission our father has given us?" Khan said calmly.

"Take Magnus back and recover as many Thousand Sons Legions as possible. Stop the evil god's conspiracy." Russ said.

"Come, my brother, let us talk this over in private, you and me," said the Khan.

"I hope this won't take too long." Although Rus was very dissatisfied, he still gave Khan face. The two left the venue and came to a side hall next to the hall. Khan waved his hand and asked all his subordinates to leave.

"Okay, let's address the first question. Bring Magnus back. Tell me, Russ, how do you define this Magnus? Does it simply refer to our brother's true self, or does it also include the fragments of his soul? Faced with this complex situation, what should we do? Should we help the so-called true self, or the clones? Or should our two legions capture them all? What if they disagree? Will a war break out? Will we destroy this planet, or even the entire universe? What about our mission then?" Khan asked a series of questions, leaving Russ stunned.

"Magnus's actions are already treasonous, and those who followed him are traitors. When facing traitors, shouldn't we kill them all? As for Magnus, as our brother, if possible, I will bring him back to the Emperor."

"As for those soul fragments, they were born due to Magnus's incorrect manipulation. It was the conspiracy and instigation of the evil god. If they are willing to surrender, I will give them a chance. If they refuse, I will destroy them with my own hands! They should not have been born into this world in the first place. Their existence is a mistake."

"Khan, my brother, our two legions have more than 20 men concentrated here, while the Thousand Sons Legion on the opposite side has less than 5 men. Moreover, we have sufficient armaments and strong firepower, and we can completely solve all problems with force in a short period of time. What you said is indeed a very important issue, but I think that when right and wrong are clear, these are not problems. If we can save them, we will save them. If not, then we will destroy them. It's that simple." After five minutes of silence, Russ stated his solution.

Russ's reasoning was simple: his father had asked him to bring Magnus back, so he had to complete the mission. But what to do with the others was up to him. Many of Magnus's descendants had been corrupted by Tzeentch, and many of their actions had violated the Emperor's orders, even causing great damage. They were traitors, and what was there to say about traitors? Just eliminate them, and that was that.

Russ had just made it very clear about Magnus's two clones. He did not regard them as his brothers, but only as the product of a wrong operation. If the other party refused to surrender, Rus would not have any psychological burden in destroying them.

"Rus, you're nearly 200 years old." The Khan couldn't help but laugh after hearing Rus's words. "Rus, only children are so stubborn about right and wrong. Adults only care about interests and principles. Sometimes, even principles change because of interests."

"I feel like you are humiliating me." One of Rus's hands had already fallen on the Siren's Fang at his waist.

"But I can sense you don't intend to attack me, you're just expressing your dissatisfaction." The Khan smiled, stood up, and poured a glass of wine for his brother and himself. Then he picked up his own glass. "I'm sorry, my words were a bit offensive. I'll drink a glass as a penalty."

"Father's order has been issued, that is, let us bring back Magnus and as many Thousand Sons as possible. So based on this order alone, can we understand that even those Thousand Sons officers and soldiers who have been bewitched or even corrupted should still be taken in as much as possible? On paper, is this explanation correct?" asked the Khan.

"Yes, trying to contain them can be explained this way, but I still believe that the best fate for these fallen ones is to have their souls destroyed! We all know how terrible the pollution from higher dimensions is, and how troublesome and dangerous it will be when we escort these people." Rus said.

"If it were an ordinary mortal, or an officer from another Legion, I wouldn't have a problem with your execution. But the problem is, this is the Thousand Sons. Our father has placed high hopes on this Legion. Magnus and his Legion are humanity's future weapon against the Warp, unique among all 18 Legions. In other words, to a certain extent, their value is immense, so immense that even purification by a Supreme Being is acceptable!"

"It's really unfair for us to say this, because the same crime is unforgivable for others, but for them, there is still a chance. But there is nothing we can do, because their role is huge, because they can do things that other legions cannot do."

"Furthermore, our father, or rather our former brother Balder, has a huge appetite. They not only want our brother Magnus to return to the Empire, but also want his two clones to return to the human side. In your opinion, we need to make a choice. In reality, they want it all. That's why you and your Space Wolves came here and carried out this mission with an absolute military advantage."

"Force can solve the problem, but it's too crude. Furthermore, the danger is too great. It's not just us, nor our fathers and brothers, who are watching here. There are also the evil gods in the warp, those who play with conspiracies and manipulate people's hearts. Although we hold our swords and guns tightly in our hands, we must use them with caution."

"As for more, that is something beyond our power. My prophets told me that this space has become very unstable. It is like a piece of ice in the stormy waves. If there is a bigger movement, this piece of ice will collapse, and then all of us will fall into it. So, I have no doubt that the destroyers in the warp are waiting for such an opportunity, an opportunity to catch all of us in one fell swoop!" Khan explained patiently.

"Okay, you make sense, so what are you going to do now?" Ruth asked.

"Wait until a certain foreign aid has made the arrangements." Khan smiled and clicked on a data pad, and the thing in the middle of the data pad immediately brought out Rus's PTSD!

"Damn it, this is the thing, the dark moon that once hung high above Fenris!" Although Balder had told Russ about the World Engine, Russ still overreacted when he saw this scene.

"Is this our foreign aid? These damn aliens!" Rus said gritting his teeth.

"That's right, this is our foreign aid, a civilization from ancient times, a civilization that has lost its future and is dead, but still has a huge influence in the real universe. A civilization that is not particularly hostile, but at the same time there is a need to win it over." Khan said.

"So what can they do to help us?" Ruth asked.

"They can prevent the opponent from turning the table over. And, if the opponent's demon army is too large, we can turn the table over." Khan said meaningfully.

"Well... well." The Khan's words left Rus speechless again. The Silent King was now undoubtedly the most powerful being in this battle. Wielding the World Engine, the Dead Zone, and Blackrock Spire, the Necrontyr Grand Commander was a true high-dimensional force unless the gods intervened.

Are the Thousand Sons' psychic powers formidable? They are, but try them against the World Engine! Are Tzeentch's demonic armies formidable? They're devastating, but the Exorcist's Dead Zone can instantly reduce hordes of demons to ash! When technology reaches a certain level of development, demons are nothing more than a bunch of underlings. Speaking of special attacks against demons, many nerdy races actually had them in their time. Not to mention Pai Gu's Exorcist's Dead Zone, even the Anthem Engine from humanity's Golden Age was no slouch. Let's put it this way: if the Warp contained only demons, but no evil gods, then some civilizations could truly invade the Warp and make the demons their own!

As for Blackrock Spire, that's a no-brainer. With adequate preparation, the bastards can even weld the Eye of Terror shut for you. Magnus's little incident was just a minor one. So, if the Silent King is willing to step down, it's true. Only the Order can overturn the table, not the demons! Just ask if you're pissed! It's precisely because of these many backup plans that the Khan was able to calmly reason with General Russ! As for the damage caused by the Exorcist's Dead Zone to psykers, sorry, that was an accidental splash. There's nothing we can do about it. Just be prepared and bear with it!

"So, we have it all figured out now?" Ruth asked.

"No, not yet. At this point, we must understand people's hearts," the Khan said, shaking his head. He had a trump card, but he couldn't use it carelessly. The World Engine was immensely powerful, and the Exorcist Death Zone was extremely harmful not only to psychics but also to ordinary people. If such weapons of mass destruction could be restricted, they should be.

"We must understand the demands of both parties. In fact, compared to Magnus himself, his two clones have very low demands. They just want to survive. And our father really has no intention of completely eradicating them." Khan said.

"Why? Their birth is a kind of original sin! And if we accept them, our brother Magnus may choose to be hostile!" Rus said with some surprise.

"Because our brother may never return to his original state. Ultimately, all we may possess is a personality shaped from a collection of soul fragments. This is a helpless situation, and we can only look forward." The Khan cryptically revealed Magnus's future. Magnus, or rather, a part of him, could not escape Tzeentch's control. This was the result of a tangle of fate and divine power. Moreover, under the evil god's bewitchment, Magnus had already shattered himself into pieces. His so-called true self was, in fact, just a larger fragment. In terms of the essence of the soul, this fragment was no different from the others. The so-called control was nothing more than a conspiracy of Tzeentch.

"Damned evil god, then I want to know, what is Tzeentch's purpose in doing this?" Rus asked.

"Many times, when considering a battle, the first thing we have to think about is not what to do after winning the battle, but what to do in the event of defeat. We always have to consider the worst consequences. And obviously, Tzeentch may have thought about this problem as well. He may have realized that he cannot win, so his idea is to tear our brothers into pieces, causing us trouble and conflict, and fundamentally weakening the Thousand Sons Legion. For him, the less we gain, the more he earns." said the Khan.

"What a vicious plan! If our brother returns in the future, the relationship between him and his clone will probably be enough to trouble the empire and our father." Rus said helplessly.

"That will come later. What we need to do now is to prevent Tzeentch from taking too many of our people." With that, the Khan drew his White Tiger Blade. It shone with golden and blue light. "I have a feeling we will eventually have to fight the dark side of our brothers."

"We're two against one, no problem." Russ sighed and took out a spear. This spear was originally the Spear of the Sun God, which was held by the commander of the Custodians. He had been avoiding a certain duty, but in the end, fate made him pick up the weapon given by the Emperor.

"You are saving, not exterminating, Wolf King. Think about what Jonson did to one of our brothers. Both you and Perturabo were merely admonishing us to a certain extent. The purpose was to keep some of us away from going astray. Of course, there is no disrespect in my words towards Jonson. He was able to carry out such a mission because his mind and will are truly the strongest among all of us." said the Khan.

"Okay, that's enough explanation. I hope that next, we can follow a plan and complete our task step by step." Khan said.

"Well, I hope we can succeed this time." Ruth nodded.

"We must succeed!" Khan said firmly.

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"Primarch from Chogoris, you are the second most admirable person I have met among your brothers." Just as the two brothers finished speaking, a communication suddenly penetrated the shield of the Bladestorm, and then a projection wearing a golden mask appeared in front of the two Primarchs.

"Really? Then maybe you don't know my brothers well enough. If you know more, you will discover their advantages and strengths." Khan said after nodding slightly.

"Haha, they all call you Khan, a title that sounds like the king of barbarians, but in fact, you are a wise man, and you look at many issues very thoroughly. If your brother Sanguinius represents nobility and morality, then you represent a kind of independent wisdom. You are good at independent thinking and can make correct judgments. Your talents are valuable in any civilization." The Silent King did not hesitate to praise the Khan.

"And what about the Primarch beside you? You also understand a lot of things, and you also have a deep understanding of your father's nature, which keeps you away from the temptation of the Warp. But you don't know how to do things. Your former allies tried to change you, but it seems they failed." At this point, the Silent King laughed out loud.

"However, in the imperial system, you finally found your place. Do you know what position it is? If you answer correctly, I can reduce the reward that humans should give me this time by 10%." The Silent King said jokingly.

"I'm a rule breaker, a pawn used to contain certain individuals," Russ said after a moment's silence. "Everything in the world is constantly changing, including laws and so-called rules. The world should be balanced, and when certain individuals or forces become more powerful, I will balance their influence."

"Very self-aware!" The Silent King nodded. "The Emperor and the Traveler are not satisfied with the Terran bureaucracy. Or rather, they are dissatisfied with many aspects of this fledgling human empire. Some problems cannot be solved within the rules. Therefore, special measures are required. And Russ, you, your legion, and your fiefdom are these special measures."

"You are smarter than you let on, but you still can't do anything," the Silent King said with deep emotion. Does the Silent King have a point? Of course it does. In fact, after gaining insight into the events of the alternate timeline, the Traveler is also planning for the future of the Empire. As gods, the Emperor and the Traveler can only interfere with the development of civilization to a limited extent. As the saying goes, gods belong to gods, and mortals belong to mortals. The tens of millions of years of history of the Eldar, standing at the pinnacle of the galaxy, tells the Traveler that it is best to maintain a certain distance between the two sides.

To deal with various crises and difficulties, a powerful organization like the Inquisition must be established. And this department should also be controlled by mortals. As for why not use the Primarchs? Because they are very busy! Ferrus, Perturabo, and Vulkan are responsible for rebuilding humanity's scientific research system and undertaking civil construction tasks. Dorn and his legion need to maintain the security of the Webway and Terra throughout the Empire. Under the leadership of Jonson, the Dark Angels will work with Russ's Space Wolves Legion to travel across the Empire's borders and the area surrounding the Eye of Terror, responsible for suppressing Chaos and any forces that may pose a threat to humanity.

Khan and Corax must uphold the Traveler's will and continue to effectively explore and expand the Empire's fringes. They might even consider exploring beyond the galaxy when necessary. After all, the threat posed by the Hive is immense. Rather than fighting a desperate battle within the galaxy, it's better to consider intercepting them from as far away as possible. Furthermore, as for the Traveler's ministry, if human travel could extend beyond the galaxy, his power would undoubtedly be further enhanced.

Then there were Sanguinius and Guilliman. Well, how should I put it? The Emperor and the Traveler hoped they could take it a step further, leaving aside the question of godhood for now, and perhaps embark on the path to demigodhood. After all, humanity's number of gods was limited. As for Curze and Omegan, I'd leave that to the Emperor. The Traveler didn't bother to think about it.

Therefore, in this situation, a balance must be maintained between the Terran Central Authority and the Primarchs. It's crucial to ensure the smooth implementation of the Imperium's policies, while also preventing certain individuals from acting recklessly. This balance is achieved through a Primarch, and Russ is undoubtedly the most suitable choice, as he comes across as a barbarian king, someone who has repeatedly challenged Imperial rules since his return. To some extent, you could say the Imperial Central Authority has grown accustomed to this, and once accustomed, it tacitly approves of certain Space Wolves' behavior.

At the same time, Russ and his descendants showed considerable sympathy for the middle and lower classes, and their actions could even lead some planetary governors to restrain themselves. After all, Guilliman had said that when one lives in the Abyss, how could you blame them for seeking its power? After all, many nobles and rulers were simply inhumane. The Space Wolves handled these matters admirably, easing human internal tensions.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business. My preparations are complete and you can go meet your brothers." said the Silent King.

Chapter 372: Mad Magnus (5K)

"My lord, our attack has failed again." The captain of the Fifth Society, Balek Uchisar, returned from the battlefield and reported to Magnus after arriving at the Primarch's flagship, the Radiance.

"I knew this would be the outcome!" The Scarlet King abruptly stood up. Within his soul, radiant as the sun, a faint dark thread began to spread. "We have far more troops and fleets than the traitors! Their defenses are fragile, and I've suppressed the psychics of those two rebels. And now, you're telling me you can't take them? I can't help but doubt your sincerity, or rather, your willingness to follow my orders."

"Sir, we..." Barak's throat moved, but he didn't say the rest. Their Primarch was right. The ongoing civil war had left almost every Thousand Sons officer and soldier feeling deeply troubled. As a high-ranking member of the Legion, Barak understood the reasons for the current situation.

Simply put, the Primarch's magic failed, allowing the two clones to escape his control. Realizing the situation was out of control, the Primarch immediately attempted to imprison the two clones, rip out their souls, and devour them. Naturally, the clones were unwilling to accept this, so they fled with their company. The ensuing battle has been a one-on-one chase, continuing to this day.

As for why these two clones had their own companies, the reason was simple. According to Magnus's plan, he originally wanted his clones to lead their own companies, as he felt his own offspring weren't good enough and only needed to serve as assistants. The result of these clones being assigned to the companies was that the officers and soldiers of these companies developed a very good relationship with them, as, in a sense, these clones were aspects of Magnus. Now, when the Primarch wanted to reclaim these independent clones, or even devour them, some of the subordinates were in disarray.

It wasn't that the other side hadn't attempted reconciliation. The remaining clones, No. 1 and No. 2, offered to return if Magnus could guarantee their safety and grant them the rank of Legion Captain. However, an enraged Magnus rejected this proposal, stating that nothing was negotiable except the return of the original. This behavior actually caused dissatisfaction among many Thousand Sons officers and soldiers who had originally supported Magnus's original body.

Among them was Balek Uchisar. After all, in his opinion, the clone had already willingly submitted, yet his own original master insisted on crushing him to ashes. This was a bit too much. After all, people have feelings. After so long together, they had already developed a friendship, but the insistence on annihilating them, even erasing all traces of their existence, repelled Balek's feelings. The idea of ​​fighting with a colleague was even more difficult for Balek to accept. Therefore, from the beginning, both sides were relatively passive.

Prior to this, he and Captain Carlos of the Sixth Academy had proposed to the Primarch whether they could inform the Emperor of this matter and ask for His decision. However, this proposal was ruthlessly rejected by Magnus, who also shut down all remote communications. This resulted in further chaos within the Thousand Sons Legion. If the previous civil war in Barak could still be seen as a dispute between their own Primarch and a failed magical creation, then not informing the Emperor of such a serious matter would already seem a bit like betrayal. This, in turn, made the subordinates even more passive.

"What use do I have for you? What else can you do except showing off when you have nothing to do? When I need you, is this how you deal with me?" Magnus' roar shook the entire battleship Radiance.

"Get out! You must complete my task before one Terran day, otherwise, I don't mind punishing those who fail in a brutal and bloody way! I will extract their souls from their bodies and stuff them into the Fort Star robots or the Dreadnoughts! Balek, I don't want you to be the first one." Magnus said viciously.

"Sir, you can't treat your offspring like this. You are acting on your own will!" Balek wanted to continue to persuade.