Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Magnus's farming skills were actually quite good. In addition to the Legion and an elite mortal auxiliary army, he also recruited a large number of mortal psykers. Other Legions saw these psykers as unstable, even a symbol of disaster. However, Magnus saw these psykers as a supplement to the Legion, and even useful "fuel" at times.

That's right, it's fuel. While Magnus wouldn't normally risk the lives of his own offspring when performing forbidden rituals, he felt no compunction in using these psykers, and most of them volunteered. In fact, in the background, whether Magnus was trying to win back Horus or making a "psychic call" to the Emperor, the power behind his actions, besides the Thousand Sons Legion's foundation, was these psykers, who were burning like firewood. And the rate of their burning was much faster than the Golden Throne!

"I couldn't have handed these people over to you before," said Magnus.

"Then you can gather these people into one area. After I fulfill my promise, I will take them away." Tzeentch paid no heed to Magnus's so-called caution. The Thousand Sons Legion had been infiltrated by Tzeentch, and a large number of daemons were lurking within the Legion and its mortal auxiliaries. If Magnus could gather all the mortal psykers, Tzeentch could use his demonic minions to cast spells, and then, using these vast numbers of mortal psykers as fuel, he would begin to tear down the barrier between reality and the Warp.

This was only the first step. In the second, the demonic forces Tzeentch had dispatched to deal with the two clones would suddenly launch an attack, further widening the rift. The third step would be for the demons lurking within the Legion to create internal strife and destroy the entire Legion's command structure. At this point, Tzeentch had already won, for Magnus had no other choice. Imagine, when the Khan and Russ saw the Thousand Sons mingling with a horde of Warp demons, no matter how Magnus argued, it would be useless. And at that point, what other choice would Magnus have?

Of course, a large-scale massacre between the legions is inevitable. But that's okay. The death of more intelligent beings and their souls, as well as the mortal conflict, will make the entire spatial barrier even more fragile. And at this point, it's time for Tzeentch to personally take action and turn this place into a small Eye of Terror! So, the whole plan works!

"I accept this plan, but your legion must act within the designated range. Otherwise, I don't mind destroying them and those traitors together." Magnus said after thinking for a while.

"Yes, my people will act soon, but there's a prerequisite. You need to open a passage for them into the real universe. This is essential," Tzeentch said. The previous battle with the Gods of Order had taken a heavy toll on Tzeentch, especially the magic that separated them. This had drained much of his previous reserves. Now, he needed to take a breather in preparation for the battle ahead.

"Deal, I'll prepare for this matter immediately." Magnus said with satisfaction.

"May we work together happily." Tzeentch's shrill laughter echoed within the altar. In that moment, he felt that all his previous efforts had paid off. So far, the entire plan was proceeding smoothly. Although the Imperial fleet had arrived, and he could sense the power of the Emperor and the Traveler, he believed that this was likely the protection provided by the gods of order to the Primarch, and the Imperial attendants who accompanied them. Tzeentch was not afraid of this little power.

However, just when he had accomplished his plan and had not yet breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, an accident happened!

Chapter 375: Close the door! Release Russ! (6k)

"The altar is in the distance, but it is protected by thick psychic shields and void shields, and can only be opened from the inside. Even I don't have the authority to open it. I guess my brother has turned to the dark side." After bringing Ahriman and his party to the vicinity of the altar, Pony No. 1 said with some regret.

"Very good, Your Excellency has completed your mission, and now it's our turn. Your Excellency must keep an eye on your subordinates, the battle will be quite intense soon, you need to take good precautions and prevent the demons from taking advantage of the situation." Ahriman said.

"Also, to ensure your safety, I hope you can wear this." Ahriman handed a bracelet shining with gold and blue light to Pony No. 1. Although the other party had already made his attitude clear, certain procedures still had to be followed.

"Yes, I pledge my loyalty to the Emperor and humanity." Pony No. 1 donned the bracelet without hesitation, knowing full well that this was the best outcome for him. The bracelet served not only as a constraint but also as a protection. The moment he donned it, he felt a connection between his soul and some powerful being in the Warp. An invisible thread connected him to his superiors, and his soul and destiny began to gradually change. He also felt a special power enter his body. Complex golden and blue markings imprinted themselves upon his soul.

"Then I'll go and prepare my things." said Pony No. 1.

“Please do as you please,” Ahriman said.

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"Sir, does he really not need to be monitored?" asked a Guardsman, who had covered his power armor with a hooded robe. In his opinion, the Emperor's attendant in charge of this preliminary operation had believed him based on just a few words and a promise, and let him act on his own. Wasn't this a bit too hasty?

"No, when he put on the bracelet, the superiors had already noticed him. His fate and future were already in the hands of the venerables. And his ability was enough to handle these things. And we also need to focus our energy here." Ahriman said, pointing to the altar in the distance.

"Except for a very few individuals or entities, the Custodians always observe everyone with suspicion, evaluating people's hearts with the greatest malice. This is not a good habit." Ahriman hesitated and said. Although the status of the Emperor's Retinue is higher than that of an ordinary Captain of the Custodians, they are not in the same department after all, and some things should not be said. But Ahriman still said it. It's not that he has any prejudice against the Custodians, but he was once a Legionnaire, and the Custodians are wary and hostile to all Legionnaires. Even the Imperial Fists, the Emperor's guards, are not immune. Ahriman believes that this is wrong. After all, the Empire is so large, you can't rely on the Custodians and the Emperor's Retinue to conquer the world, right?

"Sir, loyalty is the guarantee of victory." said the captain of the imperial guards.

"You are correct, but doubt is an obstacle to victory. You may view others with suspicion, but please at least maintain outward respect for our comrades who fight alongside us. Because our comrades demand trust. We all fight for humanity, whether Supreme or ordinary mortal warriors. Due to different missions, we will make choices, but their spirit deserves respect." Ahriman finished speaking, waved his hand, and prepared for action. The target coordinates have been uploaded. Now it depends on how the Primarch and the Legion will open this tortoise shell.

"The target has been identified. The target's defense attributes are dual defense of psychic energy and void shield. The power supply of the void shield is provided by a large geothermal generator underground." A steel priest reported to Russ.

"Excellent defense, but a bit hasty." The Wolf King glanced at the data entered into his datapad, a sinister smile playing on his lips. Void shields are powerful, but they can't stop slow-moving objects. For example, a warship with Void shields activated can be boarded by torpedoes. Void shields can also be ineffective against certain specialized weapons, such as the Eldar Titan's vortex weapon. Therefore, Pony 5 also added a psionic shield, which can block slow-moving objects and also protect against certain specialized weapons.

This defensive system is a formidable challenge for most enemies, but not the Space Wolves. For this battle, the Space Wolves used ammunition blessed with the blood of the Untouchable to penetrate the psychic shields. As for the void shields? The Wolf King was prepared. Although the generator deep underground was protected by a thick layer of substratum, it didn't matter. The Space Wolves were equipped with special seismic bombs that could destroy the lava geothermal generator with a targeted seismic wave! After the two shields were destroyed, Russ would personally lead his First Company into battle!

Furthermore, these weapons' attack methods were quite unique. Instead of flying a warship overhead and bombing, which would be too conspicuous and easily draw the enemy's attention, they used the Traveler's artifact, the Navigator's Star Chart, to teleport these weapons and, like a bomb, shatter the shell. Russ would also do the same during the subsequent assault. To ensure sufficient firepower, the Lucius Forge World offered to sponsor several Titans!

"My lord, the Rune Priests are ready. The portal can be opened at any time. The bomb has been delivered before. The Emperor's servants said that everything is ready." Heimdall said after a moment.

"Very good, enter the 300-second countdown!" Ruth nodded and said.

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"Damn it! How could this happen? This isn't what we agreed on before we got here!" Pony 5 writhed on the ground in agony. A pair of wings, gleaming blue, sprouted from his shoulder blades. The agony of tearing flesh and bone, then regrowing again, was excruciating. Simultaneously, other parts of his body began to deform. His entire body grew larger, feathers sprouted from his power armor, his hands transformed into avian claws, his face contorted, and a long beak seemed to form from his mouth. But this wasn't the worst of the pain. The most agonizing aspect was the feeling he felt as the power bestowed upon him seeped into his soul, a process greatly facilitated by Pony 5's affinity for the Warp.

"You violated the agreement between us!" Pony No. 5 howled in pain, his howl filled with despair.

"I didn't violate it. I didn't want to change you subjectively, but you should know that knowledge and power are inherently polluted. When you gain knowledge, it can reshape your cognition and spirit. And power is even more so. Once you accept them, you must learn to control them. If you can't control them, then they will become your master!" Tzeentch's sarcasm and evil smile echoed in Pony No. 5's mind.

Tzeentch didn't care about the souls of the Thousand Sons Legion promised by Pony 5, because as long as Tzeentch transformed Pony 5 into his own Daemon Prince, everything would be resolved. As for the souls and subsequent issues, they could be dealt with later. In fact, Tzeentch didn't want to taint all Thousand Sons Legionnaires with the power of the Warp, because after that, the Space Marines would be unable to produce new gene-seed, thus effectively expanding the Legion.

"You violated the contract! This pollution is an objective result, and the power is yours! And why haven't you been punished?" Pony No. 5 struggled to stand up, but he was not adapted to his deformed body now.

"Haha, breaking the contract? You, a mere mortal, actually talk to me about a contract? What gives you the right to do that?" Tzeentch's laughter became even more arrogant and frantic. When Pony 5 accepted his power, his fate gradually fell into Tzeentch's hands. No one could stop his fall! However, at this moment, a terrifying earthquake wave suddenly spread to the altar, and Russ finally took action!

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"It's the Emperor and the Traveler! I sense their servants approaching!" As the psychic and void shields surrounding the altar completely crumbled, Tzeentch finally spotted Ahriman and the others. Limited by the rules of reality, Tzeentch's abilities were severely limited, and the double shields further obscured his perception. By the time Chaos collapsed, it was too late. With a flash of teleportation, Russ, in just the first wave, had already led over 7000 Space Wolves Marines directly to the altar!

"You shouldn't be here!" Tzeentch was furious. He liked changes, but he didn't like changes that were beyond his expectations! Especially since this change might cause his long-planned plan to collapse at the last moment.

"Damned Traveler! You are my eternal enemy and nightmare!" Tzeentch roared, and his powerful divine power slapped the shield between the warp and reality. However, at this time, under the confrontation of the laws, although various anomalies appeared in the entire real universe, He still could not come here in person!

The Traveler sees Tzeentch as his greatest enemy, and doesn't Tzeentch, in turn, see the Traveler as his greatest enemy? This isn't a matter of personal vendetta, but rather a fundamental antagonism. Tzeentch's power is change, while the Traveler's power is exploration and travel, which can be extended to explain change! These two beings are inherently at odds!

Tzeentch also sought to understand the changes, but after a protracted game of cat and mouse with the Traveler, he realized he could not control all fate and changes, and the Traveler was always the one to escape. This was a challenge to Tzeentch's authority. Coupled with the factions on both sides, the two sides were essentially locked in a stalemate. Although Tzeentch expressed disdain for the Traveler, in reality, the relationship between the two was one of mutual fear. The Traveler spared no effort to plot against Tzeentch, and Tzeentch, in turn, sought to eliminate the Traveler at any opportunity.

"Well, if that's the case, then come!" Tzeentch sensed that fate was gradually drifting in a direction beyond his control. He had his sights firmly fixed on the Emperor and the Traveler, but a portion of their fate remained obscured. What shocked and disturbed him was that this obscured fate wasn't the work of some deity, but rather a being in the real universe. He was completely unable to discern their identities and methods, which truly surprised and horrified Tzeentch! He was astonished to discover: when had the galaxy become so dangerous?

However, at this point, Tzeentch had no time to consider anything else, for he had decided, if he flipped the table, he might lose? Then everyone should give up the game! Following Tzeentch's summons, some of the demons already ambushed within the Thousand Sons finally launched their attack! Even in the current situation, Tzeentch remained relatively restrained, choosing to expose the demons on his clone's side and some on Magnus's side. As for the other hidden pieces, he wanted to see how things unfolded.

Those guarding the altar are basically Tzeentch demons or people who are possessed and controlled. When Tzeentch's wrath burns in the warp, they take off their disguises. Nine Tzeentch demons and demon princes descend to the mortal world on the gorgeous warp flames. Countless fire demons, Tzeentch vanguards, centromeres and various demon engines built by Tzeentch and Vashtor appear on the battlefield.

"Permanent change, everything belongs to the Lord of Change!" A Tzeentch Lord pointed the staff in his hand at the Space Wolves Legion in the distance. Several combat vehicles in the front seemed to be burned by magical flames. Both the metal and the people inside were burned instantly, and then turned into a twisted chaos egg, spreading terror and killing to other places.

"Kill them!" Under the command of their officers, the Space Wolves mounted their heavy weapons. Tanks, chariots, and giant mechs carrying Iron Wolves unleashed a barrage of fire upon the enemy. However, most of the ammunition and energy beams were blocked by the Daemon's psychic shields, and some even mutated mid-air, transforming into twisted balls of flame or some kind of Warp creature. In the High Heavens, the enraged Tzeentch empowered his legions, making them even more formidable than before.

However, adhering to the principle of great strength, miracles come true, the firepower of the Space Wolves gradually reached the defense limit of the opposing Tzeentch Demons, especially the Titan Legion of Lucius's Forge World, which played a very important role in the battle.

"Charge, kill them!" A Reaver Titan equipped with melee weapons strode towards the battlefield. He was so conspicuous. Countless demons and demon engines attacked the God of Machines' agent on earth with all kinds of firepower. The heavy void shield blocked the opponent's attack. Fighting against the Tzeentch demons who were good at long-range attacks, the Reaver Titan's melee chainsaw sword seemed a bit redundant. The demons dodged the attacks of the God's machinery with evil grins. They flew in the air. Groups of void sharks and chaos eggs tried to approach the target, but they were all dispersed by the legion soldiers guarding nearby.

"The Webway interface is connected, we can enter the Webway." Following the words of a technical sage, the captain decisively turned on the portable Webway terminal. In an instant, he and the Space Wolves around him disappeared from the battlefield. A moment later, when the Predator Titan reappeared in the real world, there happened to be a Demon Prince of Tzeentch next to it. In the latter's surprised and horrified eyes, the Titan-class chainsaw sword fiercely cut the target into two pieces, and then stepped on it twice, completely turning the Demon Prince into a pile of meat paste!

"That's a relief! Next target!" the massive Titan wielded his chainsword with high spirits. Nearby, melee Titans equipped with similar systems quickly charged into the ground formation, decimating the Tzeentch army! Meanwhile, with the help of the Traveler, more Space Wolves entered the battlefield.

"Destroy these Mutants! My poor brother has been corrupted. Let us aid our allies in destroying this evil of the Warp." While the Space Wolves battled the Daemons of Tzeentch, Pony One was also busy, rallying his forces to immediately eliminate the Daemon Legion and those hidden within it. The bracelet Ahriman had given him served not only as a restraint but also as a tool of protection. It enabled him to discern Daemons. Even the most cunning of Changelings could not hide from the creations of the Supreme Being. Thus, a massive melee ensued. Companions who had seemed like brothers just seconds earlier were transformed into indescribable forms, and a fierce battle ensued. This sudden change stunned the Thousand Sons Legionnaires following Magnus from afar!

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"Damn it! Why are the Space Wolves here?" Ultasiel, Captain of the Legion and President of the Sky Owl Society, stared in horror at the endless stream of Space Wolves pouring out of the void. Clearly, they had already come to a rough conclusion about their actions. While this action might not be considered complete betrayal, imprisonment or a crusade of atonement was inevitable. If nothing unexpected happened, the Space Wolves would soon force them to lay down their weapons.

"Sir, what should we do? The Primarch is still in seclusion." An officer said worriedly.

"Keep quiet, don't fire! They're attacking the traitors. We..." Ulsahil wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Just keep quiet, and be on guard." Logically, he should have offered his assistance. But now, who knew if the Space Wolves, already furious, would mistake them for traitors? Therefore, the captain's approach was to be conservative.

However, things always exceeded his expectations. He wanted to predict what would happen next, but fate and the future suddenly became chaotic. When he tried to use his psychic power to pierce the future, suddenly, there was a fierce sound of gunfire from his own camp! A team of Scimitar Super Heavy Tanks aimed their guns at the opposing Space Wolves!

"Holy shit! What the hell is going on?" Usahil was shocked. He immediately asked the messenger beside him to find the guy who gave the order to fire! However, at this moment, a glimpse of the future entered his mind. He saw his messenger grinning and stabbing through with a twisted dagger! Hundreds of years of combat experience had made Usahil almost a muscle reflex. He quickly took a step back, then looked up and saw the attendant holding a dagger, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Go to hell!" Usahir swung the staff in his hand and swept it across. The staff shining with psychic power smashed the opponent's head into pieces. However, a twisted tentacle grew out of it, but was then shattered by the company commander with a psychic power!

"Damn it! Give my orders! Lock up all weapons! I mean, lock up all weapons!" Ursahiel commanded, attempting to use his psychic powers to spread the word throughout the Thousand Sons' internal mental network. After all, Ursahiel truly didn't want to be a rebel! On the one hand, he was loyal to the Emperor, but on the other, being a rebel was a dead end! Although he was proud, he didn't believe the Primarch's limited force could defeat the entire Space Wolves.

But how could Tzeentch's spies allow Ul'sahir to do what he wanted? The demons hidden within the Legion began to act, and at the same time, the electronic demons also entered the Legion's command link, and the entire Legion's command and control system suddenly fell into chaos.

"Sir, the Thousand Sons Legion over there opened fire on us." A Wolf Guard reported to the captain, Hormi Longgang.

"Get out of the range of the opposing weapons. Ignore them," Holmi said, looking at the sporadic fire coming from afar. Although the demons tried to provoke a fight between the two sides, the mages of the Thousand Sons Legion were no pushovers. They knew that even if they were attacked, they absolutely could not provoke hostility, so they intervened. Furthermore, Barak and the others had already contacted the Empire, and they were naturally prepared. There was some chaos, but it was limited.

"Sir, they're still firing at us!" the wolf guard beside him said anxiously. Obviously, although he understood some of the logic, just taking a beating was too frustrating.

"This little firepower can't cause us any trouble, our flying dragons and giant dragons are already here!" Holmi said with emotion while looking at the sky. At this moment, accompanied by the flash of transmission, groups of sky patrollers and flying dragon gunships appeared in the sky, and the entire battlefield was shrouded under their wings. When these angels, called the God of All Machines by the Mechanicus, appeared in groups, even the Titan Legion would tremble in front of the messenger!

"Project the shield and isolate the battlefield!" ordered Captain Lufen, who was in charge of commanding the air combat group. A moment later, a team of Dragon gunships, led by three Sky Patrollers, arrived at the dividing line between the two armies. With the activation of the projection position, a defense network composed of void shields directly separated the two sides!

The Thousand Sons' limited artillery fire couldn't inflict fatal damage to this defensive network. However, these sudden appearances of these aerial behemoths had another effect: they completely intimidated some blind followers. When receiving chaotic orders, they might choose to fire from a distance, but when these powerful aerial beasts just hovered in the sky, would you dare to move? Although the enemy was very restrained, only killing those who opened fire, if they didn't restrain themselves, wouldn't they be reduced to ash in a matter of minutes? The Thousand Sons Legion did have these things in its arsenal, but they were too few. The Space Wolves couldn't directly allocate more than 20 super-heavy aircraft to form a "buffer zone" strategy.

Chapter 376: All-Army Assault (6K)

Under the high-pressure intimidation, the firepower directed at the Space Wolves was negligible, but the internal conflict within the Thousand Sons Legion reached a fever pitch. After all, no one knew whether the enemy was one of their own or a daemon from the Warp. Everyone was ordered to remain where they were. Worse still, swarms of uncontrolled servitors and battle robots joined the fray. The situation spiraled further out of control. Attempts were made to contact Magnus, but when they reached his retreat, they were shocked to discover that it was gradually disengaging from the physical universe!

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"It's time for us to act." Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Khan ordered.

"Do you need my help?" The Silent King's slightly playful expression appeared on a display screen on the bridge. Although it was a bit scary for a metal face to show such an expression.

"Not for now. The trump card must always be played at the most critical moment. This contest is only halfway through at most. It's not time for the dust to settle yet." The Khan glanced at the Silent King and said calmly.

"You're quite patient," the Silent King said with a smile. He couldn't help but sigh at the vast disparity between Primarchs. Some, he considered, were simply powerful pieces of trash, needing destruction, while others were noble, like saints, and still others were born with the talent to govern the world. Of course, many more were like generals. In the Silent King's eyes, the Khan was like a perfect hunter, waiting for opportunities and seizing them while concealing his true identity, keeping himself hidden and achieving victory with seemingly unconventional but in reality rigorous and swift tactics.

"When faced with major events, one must remain calm," said the Khan.

"Haha, no wonder the Traveler admires you. You are truly remarkable," the Silent King said. He then continued to observe everything in the physical universe from within the dimensional space. The Silent King had arrived, but at this moment, he was neither in the physical universe nor in the Warp. He was hidden within the dimensional space of his own creation, overlooking everything like a god. Although the Necrontyr had killed many gods, they did not hate them; they simply felt a pity that they were not gods themselves.

"Let's begin! My descendants, this chaos has lasted too long." The Khan drew his sword and issued an attack order. At this moment, the huge imperial fleet quickly crossed the long distance through the Webway and the power of the Traveler. In just half an hour, with the opening of the space barrier, the huge fleet appeared directly near the planet!

"Qin Xia, immediately release the nanomachine torpedoes to neutralize all Thousand Sons fleets in orbit. Then, prepare to board these warships with your men and take them over!"

"Shiban, I'm handing you 70% of the Skywatchers and Dragon gunships, equipped with psychic suppressors and stasis bombs. Take control of the Thousand Sons on the ground. Destroy any Daemons and Traitors you find, and recover the rest," the Khan commanded. Following his orders, the massive White Scars fleet and part of the Space Wolves fleet began their movement.

"Shit! What's going on?" The commander of the Thousand Sons fleet who stayed in orbit looked at the Imperial fleet that suddenly appeared in the void in surprise. He had only heard of this so-called fleet slapping in the face, but had never seen it. Although the Thousand Sons often opened a portal or something, it was really unprecedented to slap a huge fleet in the face directly!

"Sir, what should we do?" an officer asked the fleet commander anxiously.

"Let the other party state their intentions, and the fleet should evacuate appropriately and keep their distance!" However, before the fleet commander could speak, the wide-area communication from the Fifth Legion's flagship, the Blade Storm, had already begun.

"I am the Primarch of the V Legion, your friend, the savior and punisher of traitors. I have come here with the Primarch of the Space Wolves to reclaim the Thousand Sons. I implore you to offer no resistance. All hostile acts will be considered betrayal, inescapable and unforgivable." The Khan's words spread throughout the fleet. Simultaneously, the White Scars' cruiser division began to move swiftly, zipping through the void at a speed three times greater than that of the average Imperial fleet. In just five minutes, the entire cruiser division had spread into a sparse net, enveloping the opposing Thousand Sons fleet.

"We can negotiate. My lord, you and our Primarch are good friends, aren't you? Some decisions need to be made by the Primarch." The Thousand Sons Fleet responded.

"Obviously, we have little time. We are following the Emperor's orders. I have the Emperor's retainers at my side. This is not an order, and no bargaining is allowed." The Khan's response was cold yet resolute. He valued his friendship with Magnus, but some matters could not be resolved through friendship alone. Giving the other a warning before taking action was all the Khan could do. After all, the Thousand Sons Legion had refused the Emperor's call to arms.

"My Lord..." The Thousand Sons fleet hesitated. Some ships attempted to withdraw from the White Scars' encirclement, but their actions provoked a fierce and swift response. Several cruisers captured a large cruiser attempting to break away. A barrage of nanobot torpedoes unleashed. After the torpedo's meltacutter pierced the thick adamantine plating, an untold swarm of nanobots swarmed into the ship's interior and began invading its command and control systems. In a short time, the ship was essentially "taken over."

"We surrender!" The Thousand Sons fleet finally yielded. They had neither the ability nor the reason to fight the Khan. Qin Xia's work proceeded smoothly. Just as the Khan was mobilizing the Thousand Sons fleet, Shiban Khan's fleet descended from the sky. A massive aerial swarm of hundreds of Dragon gunships and Skywatchers swooped down on their prey like a flock of hawks. While operating, the Fifth Legion's officers and soldiers warned the Thousand Sons of the surrounding demons and enemies, demanding they obey the Emperor's orders. Some attempted to fight back, but the Dragon gunships' firepower, rivaling that of Titans, quickly reduced them to piles of burning metal.

"Rus, how is your work going over there?" Khan did not take action himself, or rather, it was not the time for him to take action yet. As the commander, he had been paying attention to Rus's situation.

"The situation is basically under control. I am about to face the contaminated soul fragment of our brother!" A moment later, Rus's voice came from the communicator.

"Be careful. Once you've completed your mission, gather your forces. I have a feeling the evil god in the Warp is enraged." The Khan glanced worriedly into the void. With the Traveler's blessing, he was gradually awakening to his Warp essence. Now, he sensed an indescribable, ever-shifting presence within the Warp, casting a furious gaze upon it. No, not just anger, but also a touch of amusement. Like a person looking down on some insect from a high vantage point, arrogant and ruthless!

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"My lord, this is the altar." Ahriman came to Rus and said.

"Let's get started. I hope those robots' devices are useful." Russ gripped the Siren's Tooth Chainsword tightly. It was covered in runes and sawtoothed with Siren teeth. Ahriman could even see the traces of the Traveler's blessing.

At that moment, the altar's doors swung open. Pony Five had succumbed to Tzeentch's power, becoming his Daemon Prince. His vast wings spread, making him appear larger than his Primarch. His claw-like hands held a staff in one hand and a scimitar in the other. Multicolored flames surrounded his body. His serpentine eyes gazed out at the Sky Wolf.

"If you had come here earlier, perhaps you could have prevented this, but unfortunately, you're too late." Pony No. 5 glanced at Russ and said, if he had a choice, if the Empire accepted him, he might have chosen the Empire. But unfortunately, everything was a little too late.

"No, it's not too late. Your choice has cost you the chance for redemption. As the creation of one of my brothers, your life story is indeed somewhat tragic, but that's no excuse for sacrificing the souls of the Legion's soldiers for power." Russ raised his weapon and charged. His roar, like thunder, emanated a dazzling blue light from the Kraken's Fang. At that moment, his movement ignited a gust of wind, the air crackled with a clatter, and tiny lightning swirled around him.

"Lord Russ has awakened." Ahriman looked at Russ, who charged at him, with a complex expression. To the average person, the nature of the Warp's awakening was a secret. But to the Emperor's servants, while they might not be able to describe the Primarch's true nature, they knew far more than the average person. Perhaps it was a deliberate act by the higher-ups, or perhaps it was the result of countless fierce battles. Russ began to face himself.

"Reckless behavior." Pony Five waved his scepter, and the power of the Supreme Heaven gathered above him. He could sense the opponent's strength, but at this moment, he could only force himself to remain calm. After all, only by defeating the existence before him would he have a chance of escape.

The psychic flame appeared out of nowhere and flew towards Rus at a speed that even the Space Marines could hardly catch. However, at the moment when it was about to hit him, Rus disappeared out of thin air, and then, like a gust of wind, appeared beside the opponent.

"Damn it! I smell the presence of the Supreme!" Pony 5 cursed, swinging his blade in an attempt to block the Primarch's attack. However, when his scimitar collided with the Kraken's Fang, the latter's spinning teeth and the terrifying blue energy within it easily cut the weapon in half. Russ thrust his blade forward, piercing his opponent's chest. "You're just a part of my brother," Russ sneered.

At the last moment, Pony No. 5 dodged the fatal blow, but the Kraken's fang still left an irreparable wound on him. The terrifyingly powerful demonic blood dripped onto the ground, corroding holes in the hard obsidian surface and emitting a sickening odor.

"You are a fake after all, a guy who practices witchcraft. You are not my brother. You can never be my brother. And now, you are just a puppet of an evil god." Rus attacked while launching verbal attacks. The long sword in his hand and the vicious curses in his mouth made it difficult for the opponent to resist.

"Then who do you think you are? What do you think the Primarchs are? Do you know how they were born? Do you know what kind of darkness and secrets are behind this? You know nothing!" Pony No. 5 said angrily.

"So what? At least I have found my home now. I have a goal, a father and brothers. I know the meaning of my struggle." Russ responded while swinging the blade in his hand faster. The Fang of the Kraken collided with Pony Five's staff again and again. Although the staff empowered by Tzeentch stubbornly resisted the Primarch's attack, the Primarch's essence and the divine power on the sword still put the weapon on the verge of collapse, and the staff emitted bursts of wailing.

Pony Five realized the crisis. He no longer cared about defeating the man before him, and even considered abandoning his men and fleeing alone. He sensed the danger of annihilation from Rus's sword, an aura that could completely destroy a demon prince. He silently chanted Tzeentch's name, and the latter responded. A powerful psychic wave temporarily repelled Rus, and at the same time, the remaining power opened a portal.

"In the future, we'll meet again, hungry wolf from Fenris," Pony Five cursed, preparing to leave. However, at that moment, a wave of vibrations from space made him extremely alert. The surrounding space and time seemed to freeze, and the portal created by psychic power closed the next moment. Pony Five felt that the barrier between the warp and the physical universe in the surrounding area had become unusually thick. Even his psychic power level dropped several levels.

At this moment, Ahriman finally activated the technological creation from the Necrontyr, and the activation of this system also made Ahriman feel very uncomfortable. After all, Ahriman was also a psychic, but with the power of the Traveler as a foundation, his combat power was still terrifying.

"Open fire! Attack!" Following Ahriman's order, the accompanying giant mechas fired a dense rain of bullets. They did not intend to kill the Primarch's clone, but to consume the opponent's remaining psychic energy. In the rain of bullets, Pony No. 5 barely held up the psychic shield, and then when it could no longer be replenished from the subspace, the remaining psychic energy was not enough to stop a dozen giant mechas. After using psychic energy to crush three giant mechas in a row, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind him. Rus found the opportunity, threw away the sword in his hand, drew out the Spear of Apollo behind him, and pierced the opponent's chest diagonally, then put down the spear in his hand, grabbed the opponent's body, raised his knee, and hit the opponent's spine hard. With a crisp sound and Pony No. 5's wailing, the latter collapsed to the ground!

"No, he is mine, you can't do this!" Just as Ahriman was about to use the dimensional maze to retrieve Pony No. 5, the roar from the subspace made everyone stop, and the space barrier that had just been strengthened also cracked at this moment!

"Hurry up and work, and leave the rest to us!" A voice echoed in Ahriman's mind. A flash of golden light flashed, and then the warp fell into silence. Ahriman quickly stepped forward and recovered Pony Five's body and soul.

"It seems our mission here is accomplished?" Ruth said with a sigh of relief.

"Yes, our mission here is accomplished, but this drama of fate has just reached its climax!" Ahriman said solemnly, looking at the suddenly changing sky! Someone wants to overturn the table!

"No! This is not fate! The Thousand Sons Legion is mine, Magnus is mine, this is destined! It cannot be reversed, it cannot be defied!" The vibrations from the warp and the surging energy tides made everyone feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. The trembling rooted in the soul made some mentally fragile people unable to even stand.

"A myriad of transformations, all in one! Praise the Supreme Eagle, my Lord forever!" Following Tzeentch's call, the demons lurking within the Thousand Sons Legion erupted! Shedding their disguises, they wielded the magical instruments bestowed upon them by Tzeentch and began to harvest the people and souls around them. For ordinary mortals, they absorbed their souls, while for Space Marines, they jarred them whole. They soared freely through the air on Tzeentch's flying discs, sowing destruction and chaos.

"Emperor! Traveler! Are you not going to save Magnus? Do you not place high hopes on the Thousand Sons? Then come! Fulfill your promise!" Tzeentch's roar echoed throughout the Warp and the physical universe. Though unable to enter the physical universe, his rage, power, and corruption had already caused a great uproar within it. Tzeentch was not so arrogant as to assume he could fight two enemies alone. It was simply that the Emperor had been wounded by Khorne in the previous battle, and the Traveler Avatar had been severely damaged by him. This gave Tzeentch the capital to brag. However, he did not dare to go too far. After all, the Gods of Order seemed to possess something that could heal the Avatar's injuries, and Tzeentch could not guarantee whether they still had it, or whether they would use it this time!

Tzeentch was testing the God of Order, he wanted to know what the other party was thinking.

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