Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"The Silent King doesn't appear to have begun action." The Emperor looked at the Traveler and the flask of primordial water in his hand, a gift from the spirit of a deceased god. Time and divine power were slowly repairing the Emperor and the Traveler's bodies, but it was clear that their condition was not ideal. After all, the Traveler had fought two evil gods together in their previous battle.

"He is waiting for an opportunity. Obviously, he does not want to directly confront the furious Tzeentch now, even if Tzeentch's incarnation cannot enter the physical universe." said the traveler.

"What a cunning guy." The emperor snorted coldly.

"It's great that he promised to help us. Tzeentch will mobilize his demon army to enter the physical universe. In order to maintain this army, his power will be consumed. Obviously, the Silent King's idea is to let us consume the opponent's power first, and then he will take action when Tzeentch's power decreases." said the traveler.

"Then I will stop Him?" the emperor said after thinking for a while.

"Tzeentch may have part of someone's essence in his hands. The God of Laughter reminded us that the guy he killed had part of his essence taken away. It may be difficult for you to deal with him, and you should cherish your body. He is one of the keys to maintaining your essence." The traveler shook his head and said.

"And you?" asked the Emperor.

"I'm preparing something, or rather, a weapon, with most of my strength embedded in it," the Traveler said with some regret. Honestly, the Traveler had suffered the most damage in the last God War, and the next battle between the Traveler and Tzeentch was imminent. There was little time to prepare and heal, let alone fight again with injuries. Chaos's advantage at the outset of the Heresy was no mere illusion. Given the current situation, neither the Emperor nor the Traveler were suited to action, even if the battlefield was in the Warp.

"Magnus is a child I love very much. I must take action. At least I will find a way to contain Tzeentch." The Emperor said. Then, he put a bottle of primordial water into his pocket.

"Actually, if we just want to recover as much of Magnus' soul as possible, we can try another method." Just as the Emperor was about to take action, the Eldar God of Death Inijed appeared beside the Emperor.

"A solution?" the emperor asked curiously.

"That's right, there is a way. As long as you can restrain Tzeentch, we will have room to operate. In fact, death is both the end and the beginning of everything." Iniere said with a smile.

"I think I understand what you mean." After a brief exchange of ideas using divine power, the Emperor nodded slightly and said, "It's a very good plan."

"Very well, I will contain Tzeentch. Humanity must learn to face some things on its own. I believe Khan and Russ can withstand Tzeentch's demonic legions." The Emperor then looked at the Silent King, hidden in the dimensional space. "And someone must also keep his promise!" At the same time, the Silent King, seated in the World Engine, suddenly shuddered, a sense of terror invading his core processor.

"You're kidding! How could I be afraid? Ever since the Star Gods fell, I haven't felt this way in tens of millions of years." The Silent King shifted slightly uncomfortably, looking guiltily into space. Clearly, he sensed the displeasure of a certain golden figure. "I'm just biding my time. I'll fulfill my promise," the Silent King muttered, seemingly to himself, or perhaps justifying himself to someone.

Chapter 377 I don’t want to play anymore, I’m going to turn the table over!

"Move faster!" Tzeentch felt that a golden area in the distance was rapidly extending, and the Emperor was ready to take action. Tzeentch couldn't help feeling depressed. It was not a question of whether he could defeat an injured Emperor, but that gods of similar strength should try to avoid fighting. After all, there are very few winner-takes-all situations, and most of the time both sides suffer losses!

Thus, while wary of the Emperor's arrival and preparing for a limited engagement in the Warp, He hastened the recovery of Magnus and the Thousand Sons. With a wave of His staff, portals appeared one after another. And as He felt this wasn't fast enough, Tzeentch's domain began to extend here. Crystal labyrinths appeared layer upon layer, and countless spires took shape in the void. Then, the demonic army descended!

"Endless change, eternal knowledge and mystery, praise the Lord of Change!" As Carlos emerged into the real universe with nine Tzeentchian Daemons, nine Tzeentchian Daemon Princes, ninety-nine Tzeentchian Daemon formations, and nine hundred and ninety-nine Tzeentchian Silver Towers, Tzeentch finally revealed its terrifying might to mortals! Meanwhile, a psychic mist gradually obscured the planet, preventing the orbiting fleet from providing effective support to the ground. If the Empire desired victory, it would have to descend upon the planet's surface and engage in a decisive battle against the vast demonic hordes.

"It's our turn! Away!" The Khan rose and boarded his personal Sky Surveyor shuttle. With a single command, the Imperial offensive began. Two Legions of over 20 Space Marines and tens of millions of mortal troops plunged into this bloody battlefield. In the higher dimensions, the Emperor contained Tzeentch, while the Traveler was also busy, striving to dispel the evil of the Warp from contaminating mortals. As Tzeentch was drawn to the Emperor, the Silent King began to gradually reinforce the shields of reality.

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"This isn't right!" Carlos watched as a Tzeentchian silver tower, suspended in the air, was shattered into a hail of smithereens by a salvo of fire from two dragon gunships. He felt a sense of uncertainty. He was well-versed in human technology and firepower. Before descending, they had specifically targeted the enemy, using psychic shields and the protection of the evil god to weaken their attacks. However, the silver tower, the Tzeentchian Legion's pinnacle war machine, seemed less sturdy than expected, and it felt like it was growing weaker.

"An unknown entity has intervened in this war." One of Kalos' bird heads attempted to contact Tzeentch, but Tzeentch, now facing the Emperor, had no time to respond. On the ground, swarms of Titans and vast aerial swarms were gradually clearing out Tzeentch's daemon forces. The ferocious firepower of humanity and the psychic energy of the Librarians blazed across the battlefield. The Tzeentchian legions, led by countless daemons, charged their adversaries. The fiery flames of dread demons and fire demons could easily reduce entire companies of mortal troops and their armored vehicles to a ball of flame. Void rays burrowed into the human formations, shredding everything in their path with their fangs and spikes. The opposing firepower of the human Empire reduced vast swathes of the battlefield to a sea of ​​fire. As the psychic energy of the demons gradually weakened, these so-called demons were nothing more than a group of more powerful beasts.

"Punch their formation! We must find Magnus!" With the Khan's command, a swift force, primarily composed of the Primarch's Royal Guards, penetrated the Tzeentchian forces, already softened by the Titans and Space Wolves. After resolving the issue with Pony 5, Russ led the main force in his assault on the Daemon Legion. The Thousand Sons Legion on the ground, having largely eliminated the spies within its ranks, also sided with the Empire. Of course, some Thousand Sons Legionaries, long corrupted by Tzeentch, chose to fight the Empire. However, overall, Tzeentch's Daemon Army proved unresilient against the combined might of two legions and a vast auxiliaries of the Imperium.

"I underestimated you. This situation is somewhat unexpected," Tzeentch said, observing the battle on the ground. "Although I may not have made much profit this time, Magnus will be mine! His fate is sealed. He and I have made too many deals, and he cannot escape." With this, Tzeentch looked defiantly at the Emperor.

At this time, Tzeentch had decided to end it. He also felt that an unknown existence was interfering with his demon army. In this unfavorable confrontation, Tzeentch had no intention of staying any longer. He was ready to open a portal to send all the troops loyal to him back to the depths of the Crystal Maze. At this time, Magnus was trapped in the altar like a puppet.

"What a shame, you won't succeed this time," the Emperor said with a smile. "Silent King! Why don't you act?" With the Emperor's roar, a massive green celestial body appeared out of thin air in the battlefield. Born tens of millions of years ago, this terrifying war machine, witnessing the fall of the Ancients and the birth of the evil god, hung high in the sky.

"Go back! Demons from the Void, this is not your place!" Accompanied by the Silent King's roar, the World Engine unleashed wave after wave of invisible energy pulses. Most of the demons seemed to be under some kind of immobilization spell, pinned to the spot. Even more terrifying, their figures gradually blurred, as if they could vanish with a single gust of wind!

"Activate the Exorcist Death Zone!" The Silent King extended his staff and pointed it. A more powerful pulse of energy flooded the entire galaxy, instantly expelling some weaker demons. The humans, however, barely managed to maintain consciousness. Although the Silent King was somewhat cautious and self-protective, he was still serious about his actions. He adjusted the frequency and power of the Exorcist Death Zone, specifically targeting the demons of Tzeentch.

"Seize the opportunity! Tear them apart!" Despite the intense mental discomfort, the Imperial Legion continued to advance. They quickly cleared out the Tzeentch demons and opened a path to the altar.

"No! I absolutely will not accept it!" Tzeentch erupted in fury! A massive, blurry figure emerged from Tzeentch's domain, unleashing its power recklessly. Though it remained within the Crystal Labyrinth, its immense power caused it to expand into the physical universe. As it approached the spatial barrier, the laws of reality and the energies of the Warp collided violently, shattering the newly extended domain in an instant. But Tzeentch, now like a madman, recklessly expanded his domain. He had forgotten that he hadn't been this furious in a long time. Perhaps, if anything, he had lost his temper like this ten thousand years ago, when the other three evil gods came knocking on his door.

"Haha, you are fighting against the entire physical universe." The Emperor took action. He would not miss the opportunity to beat the downtrodden dog.

"So what? The Warp will eventually devour the real universe." Tzeentch's avatar barely fended off the Emperor's attacks, while the original continued to infuse divine power, seemingly attempting to assimilate the entire galaxy with sheer force. This immense output of divine power sent the entire Warp into a frenzy, even shocking and a touch of fear among Tzeentch's brothers.

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"Is Tzeentch crazy? No matter how much power he is using to attack the physical universe now, the laws of the physical universe will react against him in the future." Slaanesh endured the pain of the previous battle and tried to contact Nurgle.

"His greed and arrogance harmed him. He wanted to obtain too many things, and he was weaving a conspiracy behind the scenes. However, because the scale of this conspiracy was too large, it offended many beings that should not be offended. It also made some originally neutral beings join this battle." Nurgle shook his head and said.

It was obvious that this time Tzeentch had incurred public wrath, and it was not just the Gods of Order led by humans who were against him, but even the Ancients who had slaughtered the True Gods of the real universe had joined the battle. Perhaps they were indeed not as powerful as the Gods of Chaos, but their power was equally not to be underestimated, and had become the key factor in determining the outcome of this war.

"What will be the outcome of this battle?" asked Slaanesh.

"Tzeentch will take some things away, but he will pay too much for them, and because of provoking some powerful guys, his gains may be reduced." Nurgle thought for a while and said.

"Then we..." Slaanesh struggled to his feet. Born to be a troublemaker, he seemed to have seen another opportunity. "If we go and help..." As Slaanesh said this, he suddenly felt the cold and dangerous gaze of the Lord of Entropy.

"Okay, although He is our temporary ally, it is too dangerous this time." The severely injured Slaanesh chose to surrender.

"I can yield to the Emperor, but I will not help Tzeentch." Nurgle said and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

"Okay, what about Khorne? That cruel guy who is always angry and thirsts for killing and blood? What will he do?" asked Slaanesh.

"Khorne is recovering from his injuries. He suffered an absolutely devastating attack. Although his injuries are not serious, it will take a long time to recover, and he has his own goals." Nurgle said, pointing to a place in the physical universe. That area is called Ultramar.

"It seems that Tzeentch has to face all this alone. I just don't know how long he can hold on." Slaanesh said with interest.

"It won't be long, because the Ancients have decided to strengthen the shielding and rules of the real universe!" Nurgle sighed. Although he was a god, he knew very well that some terrifying mortals already had the power to injure or even kill gods.

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"Activate the Blackrock Spire array! I don't want this place to become a new Eye of Terror!" With the Silent King's command, the Necrontyr's second set of superweapons finally began to operate! Countless Necrontyr fleets, carrying Blackrock Spire, appeared in the void. With the command issued, countless dark green beams shot towards Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth and the portals. Under the Necrontyr's mysterious technological weaponry, both the portals and the Tzeentchian Realm were purified in an instant! Only a few of the most important portals remained barely operational. And some of the weaker demons on the ground were exiled due to the isolation of the shield! Almost instantly, the entire situation of the battle underwent a fundamental change.

"Necrontyr?! Damn machines!" Tzeentch finally realized what the Emperor's back-up plan was. He swung the staff in his hand vigorously and delivered a powerful blow to the barrier of the real universe. The vast divine power directly penetrated the spatial barrier reinforced by the Blackrock Spire array. The blue-purple divine lightning split the curtain of space and shot towards the legion that was fighting on the ground. The power suppression from the high position made all the existences on the ground unable to move, no matter whether they were demons or imperial legions.

"Is this divine power?" Khan moved with difficulty. The enormous pressure made his spirit extremely tense. His whole body felt like it was being pressed by a mountain. His heart was filled with unwillingness and anger. When everything reached its limit, Khan suddenly felt that he had broken through a certain threshold. His spirit seemed to break free from the shackles of the flesh and he could stand at a higher place to watch the world. Then, he felt as if he could move!

"Unfortunately, I'm not strong enough. I can't save my troops!" The lightning, imbued with divine power, slowed to a crawl after entering the physical universe, like a loach gliding through the air. But now, the entire planet was locked in place by a powerful force; even the slowest attack would eventually reach it! The Khan felt a surge of rage and despair.

However, just when everything was in despair, the world engine that was originally hanging high in the air suddenly appeared in front of Tzeentch's Lightning. Countless field generators enveloped the world engine. At the same time, the warship's weapons were also opened to the maximum. The fragments of the star god inside the engine pulled out a terrifying force, which was a power that could truly kill gods. The dark green energy flow collided with Tzeentch's divine power, and both sides disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Weapon testing is complete, my lord," a technician reported to the Silent King. "Our weapons and defenses are sufficient to withstand the remote attacks of the Warp's evil gods, but when their avatars descend upon this world, we will pay a heavy price." Due to the restrictions of the agreement, the Silent King could not allow Tzeentch's attack to land, but at the same time, he also wanted to test the power of the gods.

"Very good, it seems we've got it right this time. Some of these guys are better off staying in the Warp," the Silent King said calmly. "Keep increasing the power! Completely expel this Warp evil from the physical universe!" With the Silent King's command, the Blackstone Spire formations of the Necrontyr fleet shone brighter, as if mending the wounds of the real universe, gradually obliterating the teleportation arrays.

Chapter 378: Cutting off Destiny with Death

Poof... Just as the incarnation of Tzeentch was about to strike again, the Emperor finally found an opportunity. The long sword shining with golden light pierced through Tzeentch's defense, leaving a deep scar under his chest. The violent power rushed out and turned into countless flames, moths, crystals and other things in the warp.

"I win this time." The Emperor said with a little pride as he looked at the wounds on the incarnation of Tzeentch.

"No, we can continue." Tzeentch shook his head, pulled out a black crystal fragment, and pressed it to the tip of his staff. In an instant, the eye on the top of the staff turned black. "Although that one is gone, a portion of his power remains. Come, Emperor, let us continue. What belongs to me is mine. Even if you temporarily win, Magnus and his legion are still mine." Tzeentch displayed rare bravery.

Tzeentch's words made sense. Magnus was already deeply entangled with Tzeentch. Even if the Emperor managed to pull Magnus back this time, the future was uncertain. Fortunately, with the help of the Aeneid, things could turn around. While the wounded Tzeentch and the injured Emperor (who had previously fought Khorne) were evenly matched, the battle on the ground was already overwhelming. Under the unconscionable might of the Necrontyr, the Khan finally saw his brother and friend.

"My brother, your back..." Looking at Magnus in front of him, the Khan was shocked, because he saw that there was a chain woven with runes behind Magnus, binding him to the deep warp.

"Father, there is nothing behind Lord Magnus." Qin Xia said with some confusion.

"No, there is. You guys go out for a while." Khan looked carefully and then waved his hand.

"Sir, there may be hidden dangers here." Qin Xia said with some concern.

"I always have to give my brother a chance to be alone together." Khan shook his head and said.

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"I am shocked and horrified by what you have become today. Tell me, Magnus, how can I save you." Khan looked at Magnus responsibly, but he did not take action because he realized that he seemed unable to cut the chains behind Magnus.

"It's too late, my brother." Magnus smiled bitterly, trying to move his body. "Everything is predetermined. Even if our father defeated Tzeentch, the outcome might still be the same."

"Our father and my former friend are gods. They will find a way," said the Khan.

"God is not omnipotent. During this time, I was seduced by Tzeentch, but I did not gain nothing. I learned a great deal, including about our father, the Traveler, and the events of the galaxy over the past tense of millions of years." Magnus sighed. "We are the product of the power of the Warp and the technology of the real world. The Warp gave us the source of our power, and the Emperor granted us the passport to our birth. We are two sides of the same coin. I believe you now understand this better."

"I understand what you mean," said the Khan.

"Because of our origins, because of the way we were born. We will eventually be involved in this galactic catastrophe, whether actively or involuntarily. Some people cannot make choices because of fate, stupidity, arrogance or other reasons, but some people can make choices. You are lucky, you are free, and you can choose to stand on our father's side, but I am unfortunate, or rather, Fulgrim, Horus and I are all unfortunate. We obviously don't want to do this, but we will eventually succumb to fate." Magnus moved, he tried to walk towards his brother, but the chains behind him pulled him back.

"So, this matter must come to an end." The Khan drew out his scimitar.

"Because it's beyond saving, you're choosing to finish me off?" Magnus said with a smile, watching the blue and golden light dancing on the blade. The Khan couldn't sever Magnus's fate, but that didn't mean the Khan couldn't kill him with the blessing of the Gods of Order!

"Perhaps, this is a good ending. I can understand you, my brother. I believe you came here to save me, not to kill me. It's just that I am too disappointing. In order to avoid future troubles and to atone for what I did before, I am willing to accept this result." Magnus stood up, ready to face everything calmly.

"Sorry, my brother!" Khan stepped forward quickly, raised the White Tiger Sword in his hand, and then at the moment the blade fell, he retreated like lightning. At this moment, Magnus, who seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, suddenly stretched out a sharp claw burning with blue flames from his chest!

"Foolish guy! We are about to become immortal. There is so much power and knowledge waiting for us in the galaxy. How can you give up on yourself just like that?" A sudden and sharp voice suddenly appeared. At the same time, another hideous head grew next to Magnus's head. At the same time, arms, legs and feet stretched out from his body. A creature that seemed to be parasitic on Magnus appeared and hugged Magnus tightly.

"Go back, you filthy bastard!" Magnus struggled mightily, but the shadow behind him remained unmoved.

"I am filthy? We are one, Magnus. I represent you even more than any of your clones. I am your dark side, the dark side of every character and talent. As sunlight casts a shadow, you cannot escape me.

"The light cannot bring you any benefits, my brother. The restrictions of various rules and regulations have made our research and exploration very difficult. Why did you start to hide from the Emperor? Isn't it because you were worried about His interference and reprimand? There is nothing wrong with Tzeentch. We who follow the Emperor are also subject to restrictions, suspicion and surveillance. Now we have just changed our masters, and we can do what we like without worrying about being restricted by morality or anything else. Isn't this the life you have always wanted? Do you really care about those mortals who doubt and slander you?" said the dark shadow behind him.

"Magnus, restrictions are also protection. If it weren't for your arrogance and conceit, these things wouldn't have happened. You are a human being, not just a scholar. After all, you need friends, family and subordinates." The Khan gripped the scimitar in his hand, but did not attack again.

"I am not a human, I am a god! Don't look at me with the eyes of a mortal!" The dark side of Magnus roared madly.

"You say you're a god? Hahahaha." Khan doubled over with laughter. It was as if he had never heard a funnier joke. Khan pointed his finger at the sky. "You say you're a god? Do they really recognize you? You're not even a demigod. You have no concept of yourself, no godhood, let alone divine power. You don't even have a body of your own! You're just a distorted collection of memories and thoughts, nothing more."

"Magnus, the door to future knowledge is right in front of you, and the person in front of you just wanted to kill you. Leave here, we will have a better future." The black shadow continued to seduce, and at this time, the iron chain behind him began to gradually pull Magnus into the depths of the vortex.

"My brother, think about your current situation. Your stubbornness has led to the current situation. You have only pain and regret on this road. The reason why you are unwilling to give up is because you have lost too much. You are about to fall into the abyss. So now, there is a way in front of you, why don't you try it?" said the Khan.

"This is fate! Irresistible fate! Don't listen to his nonsense, we are one." The black shadow roared.

"So, my brother, how do you want to solve the problem? You just swung a knife at me." Magnus said with difficulty.

"But you should know that I have no intention of killing you. I simply wish to draw out your fallen self, to make you realize your current situation. You saw your clone as a betrayal, but now, your dark side has decided to consume you. So what does this mean? A possession? I cannot sever fate, but I can end it!" The Khan raised his White Tiger Blade once again. "If you believe me, please cooperate with me. Believe me, Magnus, my mission is definitely not to be an executioner."

"I believe you..." Magnus lashed out, grabbing the shadow behind him. Beyond the golden and blue radiance of the Khan's island, a strange power pulsed. Just before, the Eldar god of death, Inijad, had imbued it with his own power. A deathly stillness permeated the altar.

"He's going to kill us! Magnus, let me go!" The shadow behind him struggled mightily. However, Magnus held onto him tightly, showing no sign of letting go. At this moment, the Khan moved. He appeared before Magnus almost instantly, stabbing his blade straight into his body. Then, under the influence of divine power, Magnus's spirit and vitality rapidly withered.

"Death severs all destinies," the Khan said grimly. "So, Tzeentch, you must make a choice." He then gazed into the High Heavens. The Gods of Order offered Tzeentch a choice: cling to it, leaving neither side with nothing, or let it go, allowing both to take a portion. The power of the Ineed slowly eroded the vitality of Magnus and his dark side, leaving them in a state of being neither dead nor alive.

"So, make your choice, Tzeentch," the Emperor said with a smile after blocking Tzeentch's attack. Before Magnus's final death, Tzeentch could choose to sever his connection with Magnus's true form and then take away Magnus's dark side. Or he could simply watch as everything faded into oblivion.

Tzeentch didn't hesitate for long. The sunk costs were too great. He even suspected that the enemy had the means to resurrect Magnus, after all, that was the power of the Eldar God of Death. He had to take something away. He decisively severed Fate's connection to Magnus's true form. At that moment, Magnus's dark side chose to follow Tzeentch and escape through the portal. Magnus's good side was stabbed by the Khan again, and the power of the Inijad to reverse life and death pulled him back from the brink of death!

At the same time, the incarnation of Tzeentch began to retreat. With his final unleashing of power, the spatial barrier that the Silent King had just reinforced was once again torn apart. As vortices appeared, Magnus's dark side, those Legionaries who had surrendered to Tzeentch, some Legionaries loyal to the Emperor but less fortunate, and mortal troops were all sucked into the crystal labyrinth of the Warp. The battle that determined the fate of the Thousand Sons Legion and Magnus came to an end.

"The war is over. Remember your promise, Emperor of Mankind." As Tzeentch left, the Silent King led the Necrontyr fleet away. Their mission was accomplished.

"I will keep my promise, and may we live in peace in the future." The Emperor responded.

Back in the mortal world, Khan, Russ, and Magnus have to deal with the current mess.

"So, what are you going to do with me and my legion?" The bright side of Magnus stood dejectedly in front of his brother, allowing himself to be manipulated.

"Everyone, including the legionaries, mortal legions and you need to be screened and purified. Although Tzeentch has retreated, we cannot guarantee that he has not left any backup plans. Then I will hand you and your legion over to the Emperor. Our father will handle the rest. But you can rest assured that you will not be imprisoned for too long, because this war needs you and your legion." said the Khan.

"Really? That's the best news I've heard today," Magnus said with a smile. If the Emperor had forgiven his crimes and given him freedom, Magnus wouldn't have believed it. But if he'd been asked to lead the attack because of the urgency of the war, Magnus would have believed it... After all, there are tender bonds of friendship in this world, but there are more interests and needs. Giving him the opportunity to redeem himself from his crimes was probably the Emperor's greatest mercy to Magnus.

"How many men are left in your legion?" the Khan asked. As for Russ, he was gathering his troops and guarding Pony One. One of the conditions for Magnus's return to the Imperial camp was that he no longer seek to devour other clones. After all, even though he now bore the name of the Red Giant, he was merely a larger version of his essence. Magnus's original body had been fragmented, and the fragments were no longer capable of devouring the other fragments.

"If we're talking about the Legionaries around me, there are probably fewer than 20000," Magnus said, a look of sadness on his face. Before the war broke out, Magnus and his two clones had nearly 5 men. After the chaotic battle, minus the nearly captured by Tzeentch, only these few Legionaries remained. A small number of them perished in internal strife and battles with demons. The entire Thousand Sons Legion had been shattered.

"However, we have preserved the foundation, and the legion still has a future," Khan comforted.

Chapter 379 Closing and Dorne's Request for Battle (5K)

"The Thousand Sons affair is over," the Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. The Thousand Sons Legion ultimately returned to the Emperor's hands numbered approximately 4. This included not only the 2 brought back by Magnus himself, but also those recovered from Nurgle and Tzeentch during the previous war, as well as some Thousand Sons units that had been with the Emperor's Chamberlain. There were also scattered Thousand Sons units in other Legions. But the number was not large, around 9. In other words, the Emperor had reclaimed nearly half. There was also Magnus himself and at least two clones, plus the fragmented soul of Pony 5, and one clone wandering the galaxy with his men. He was still wavering, but his fate was gradually converging in the Emperor's hands.

"Tzeentch has gained access to the Dark Side of Magnus and over 1 Thousand Sons. This is a remarkable result. Nurgle also possesses an avatar of Magnus. We've done well," the Traveler nodded in agreement. "But we've also paid a heavy price. Two legions engaged in battle against the Tzeentchian forces, resulting in over 4 casualties. But the cost is worth it." After all, they were working for themselves, so the Tzeentchian forces were doing their best.

"Then it will be Perturabo and the Lord of Radiance's turn. Tzeentch was not seriously injured in this battle, and he is likely to participate in the next battle. The demon armies of Nurgle and Khorne may also participate. You will be under great pressure." The Emperor said to the Traveler.

"I will deal with Tzeentch. But someone needs to help Perturabo with the Legions," the Traveler said. Facing the attacks of several of Horus's Legions, the Blood Angels and Iron Hands fought and retreated, suffering heavy losses. Perturabo went to support them, but even so, the three Legions still had no advantage. Horus had the Sons of Horus, the World Eaters, and the Death Guard, plus a large number of Daemon Legions. Although Perturabo led the main force of the Iron Warriors to support them, Lorgar's Legion had already returned. Add in the possibility of the Emperor's Children Legion, and the situation is not very optimistic. Let's forget about these Legions for now; the key is that there are still four Daemon Legions.

"Others? That's a difficult choice." A chessboard appeared before the Emperor, its available pieces gleaming. The Alpha Legion was in a state of uncertainty, its future uncertain. The infighting between its two Primarchs had torn the Legion apart and plunged it into chaos. Curze seemed to have made his decision, preparing to turn back with his fleet, but this piece, too, was shrouded in an inextricable darkness. Clearly, some within the Legion had their own agenda, and a tainted Golden Eagle seemed intent on taking action against him.

Jonson and Vulkan struggled to hold back the Dark Machine Demigod. The White Scars and Space Wolves had just concluded their battle against the Thousand Sons. The Ultramarines were still a long way from the battlefield, and the entire Legion was in battle preparation, bracing themselves for the Dark Crusade from Lorgar and Angron. Behind them stood the figure of the Blood God, Khorne. As a result, the only Legions left at their disposal were the Imperial Fists and the Raven Guard.

"I can't withdraw all the troops. I need to have a legion in my hands. At the same time, we are faced with a dilemma. That is, if Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children want to attack Curze and the Night Lords Legion, I feel that Curze may be in crisis. Corax can act, but the question is, who will he help?" The Emperor posed a dilemma to the Traveler.

"Draw some troops from each legion, and have the Khan take Magnus back to Terra. Let Russ take his own legion and some of the people he brought from the White Scars to support Perturabo." said the Traveler.

"Alright, that's it. Let Corax go help Curze," the Emperor nodded. In reality, the current situation was much better than in the background. Horus only had six traitorous legions under his control. While Vah Banxian held back the Dark Angels and Salamanders, think about the background. Besides the Battle of Terra, when Corsween led 6 men to the rescue, the Dark Angels didn't play any role on the front lines... After all, the Salamanders were essentially wiped out shortly after the Heresy began. And the Dark Angels played a game of hide-and-seek with the bats. And then there was the second...

Judging from the current situation, it's uncertain whether the Rebellion can reach the Solar Segmentum, but they certainly won't reach Terra. The Legions are too weak, and most importantly, Horus himself is no longer able to fight. Only Horus, empowered by the Four Gods, can stand up to the Emperor, who has been stabbed by Draconian and is now in a state of restlessness.

Now, not to mention the Emperor's increased strength and the diminished power of Horus's bosses, Slaanesh, the utterly useless creature, was severely damaged by a flurry of attacks from the Traveler on the first day of the Heresy, his Avatar completely destroyed. Horus' own power was already diminished. And now, the Traveler is still trying to figure out how to neutralize Tzeentch as well... Given the current situation, if Chaos's fortunes decline, the Imperium will be wiped out in a single strike.

"Very well, prepare for this battle. At the same time, settle the karmic connection between you and Tzeentch," the Emperor said. This war would involve the participation of high-ranking forces from both the Imperium and Chaos. Tzeentch and Nurgle would likely participate, as they truly desired to slay the Radiant Lord. Such a relic of humanity's prime would be a threat to Chaos. The likelihood of Khorne's immediate defeat was low, as he was preparing for the next Black Crusade against Ultramar. The avatar of Slaanesh had already been eliminated, and the Emperor and the other Gods of Order only needed to keep a close eye on Nurgle and Tzeentch.

"Tzeentch has overextended his power. I still have a chance this time," the Traveler declared. You could call Tzeentch cunning, but in this great rebellion, he truly gave it his all. He participated in both of the opening divine wars, even creating a powerful magic capable of dividing the gods. He first battled the Traveler, then conferred with the Emperor and the Silent King. Such intense combat rapidly weakened his power. This gave the Traveler the confidence to strike back. It wasn't just him who had grown stronger, it was the enemy who had weakened!